In the quiet of the morning glow,
Socks embrace the weary feet,
Woven tales of warmth and care,
Guiding steps through life’s retreat.

Each thread a whisper, soft and kind,
Shielding soles from paths unknown,
A gentle armor, silently strong,
On journeys where dreams have flown.

Through rain and sun, in dance and rest,
They cradle hopes both bold and shy,
A simple comfort in their fold,
Like gentle clouds in a vast sky.

And when the day draws to its close,
Socks retire with stories spun,
A testament to every stride,
Until new dawns are begun.