In the quiet of morning’s first light,
Where dreams fade and dawn takes flight,
There lie the keepers of warmth untold,
The silent companions to brave the cold.

Thread by thread, they wrap around,
Shielding toes from the frosty ground,
Soft as whispers, snug as embrace,
In their presence, comfort finds its place.

Colors and patterns, a playful array,
They dance on feet throughout the day,
From sunrise walks to evening’s rest,
In life’s simple moments, they’re the best.

Forgotten often, these humble friends,
Yet their faithful service never ends,
For in the realm of warmth and care,
Socks are the heroes always there.