In the quiet dawn of morning light,
A wardrobe stands with tales to tell,
Each garment woven, stitched with might,
In threads of dreams where memories dwell.

From cotton fields to silken shores,
A tapestry of life unfolds,
Where every seam and button stores
Stories of warmth and courage bold.

The cloak of night, the scarf of breeze,
A dance of colors in harmony,
Dresses sway like gentle trees,
In the forest of our symphony.

So wear your life with pride and grace,
Let each attire echo your song,
For in the fabric’s soft embrace,
We find the place where we belong.