In the quiet dawn, they whisper soft,
Enveloping toes in tender embrace,
Warming the chill of morning frost,
With gentle threads of woven grace.
Every step they silently bear,
Cushions of solace, unseen, unsung,
A hidden comfort in daily wear,
From morning light till day is done.
Through journeys vast and moments still,
They tread with us, a steadfast friend,
From autumnâs cool to winterâs chill,
Their soft caress will never end.
Oh, humble socks, so oft ignored,
You cradle feet in hushed delight,
A silent partner, much adored,
In cozy warmth through day and night.