Beneath the fabric, warmth and care,
Socks cradle feet, both here and there,
Through morning dew and evening’s glow,
They tread the path where dreams may go.

With each soft thread, a comfort spun,
In twilight’s hush or midday sun,
A gentle shield from winter’s chill,
A cozy hug, quiet and still.

Patterns weave in colors bright,
A dance of hues that feels just right,
From plain to bold, they tell a tale,
Of journeys walked on life’s long trail.

So here’s to socks, a simple thing,
That to our steps such joy can bring,
A humble friend, a daily grace,
That wraps our feet in warm embrace.