Nature’s Symphony

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Through the veil of silent night,
A chorus breaks with tender glee,
The robins sing to morning’s light,
Their voices weave sweet harmony.
In dawn’s embrace, they flit and dart,
With wings that dance on breezes cool,
Their song, a flame within the heart,
Ignites the day with vernal rule.
Beneath the boughs of ancient trees,
Where shadows fade and colors bloom,
They call in tones that ride the breeze,
Dispelling traces of the gloom.
Each note ascends, a joyful plea,
As if to coax the sun’s first ray,
Their anthem, wild and ever free,
Proclaims the birth of newborn day.
From hill to vale, their music flows,
A river carved of melody,
It wakes the meadow’s soft repose,
And stirs the soul’s eternity.
The mountains, old as time’s own breath,
Stand witness to their ageless rite,
Their song defies the chill of death,
And bathes the world in golden light.
No mortal choir could match their art,
Nor rival nature’s boundless grace,
For robins sing with fearless heart,
To paint the dawn on heaven’s face.
Through misty air, their voices soar,
A symphony that knows no end,
They bid the sun to rise once more,
And broken hearts to softly mend.