In the tender blush of dawn’s embrace,Where shadows softly play and fade,The robins sing with graceful grace,A melody that nature’s heart has made.Each note a whisper of the trees,A tale of sunlit skies and breeze,They dance upon the rustling leaves,In symphony with morning’s ease.Their feathers glow with hues of fire,In amber light they weave and soar,In every flight a soft desire,To kiss the skies, forevermore.Oh, gentle robins, spirit free,Your song a balm to weary soul,In your sweet tune, eternity,Where peace and joy together stroll.