In the morning light, they sway and twirl,
Patterns woven in gentle embrace.
Threads of stories, secrets unfurl,
Clothes whispering in their own space.

Silken robes that shimmer like dreams,
Denim rugged, steadfast and true.
Every stitch, a purpose redeems,
In every hue, a world anew.

Cotton soft, a comfort’s caress,
Woolen warmth in winter’s chill.
Garments speak, a silent address,
Wrapped around us, a gentle will.

Colors blend in a tapestry vast,
Fashioned tales of time and place.
In the fabric, the echoes of the past,
Clothing us in a timeless grace.