In the quiet hum of morning light,
A wardrobe whispers tales of time,
Each thread a story, woven tight,
Of dances past and mountains climbed.

The silk remembers summer’s breeze,
A lover’s touch, a gentle sway,
While wool recalls the winter’s freeze,
Embracing warmth in cold’s array.

Denim speaks of rugged trails,
Adventures bold, and journeys far,
While lace unveils the softer tales,
Of moonlit nights and wishes star.

In every seam, a life is spun,
In every button, dreams are sewn,
Clothes, our second skin, become
The silent keepers of the known.