In silken threads, our stories weave,
Each stitch a moment we believe,
From dawn till dusk, in fabric’s fold,
Our lives are told in hues of gold.

The cotton whispers of the past,
Of summers gone and shadows cast,
In woolen warmth, we find our rest,
And face the world with hearts undressed.

Denim dreams of days gone by,
In rugged strength, we touch the sky,
Satin speaks of nights so bright,
Where moonlight dances in the night.

Each garment holds a silent tale,
Of love, of loss, of winds that wail,
In every seam, a life is spun,
Until our journey’s cloth is done.