In the morning light, the fabric whispers,
A gentle touch upon the skin so tender,
We wrap ourselves in tales of old,
Each stitch a memory, a story to be told.

The colors dance with every step we take,
Patterns weave like rivers on a lake,
A tapestry of moments, bright and bold,
In clothes we find the warmth to hold.

Seasons change, and so do we,
Our garments shift with the turning leaves,
A coat for winter, light dress for spring,
In every piece, a song we sing.

So cherish the threads that guard our days,
They carry our dreams in subtle ways,
For clothes are more than what they seem,
They’re woven dreams in life’s grand scheme.