In the hush of morning light, they sing
Robins, with their scarlet breasts so bright
Perched on branches, welcoming the day
Their melodies chase the night away
With every note, the world awakens
The sun peeks through, the shadows taken
A symphony of life begins anew
As robins chirp, the sky turns blue
Each song a tale of joy and sorrow
Echoing promises of tomorrow
In their tune, the heart finds peace
A gentle reminder, worries cease
Oh, robins, heralds of the dawn
Your music lingers, though youâre gone
In the chorus of the morning air
We find solace, knowing you are there