In the whispered folds of fabric’s embrace,
Lies a tapestry woven with time’s gentle grace,
Each thread a story, each color a dream,
Patterns that dance in a sunlit beam.

Buttons like stars on a velvet night,
Zippers that hum with a silver light,
Textures that speak in a language old,
Of tales untold and adventures bold.

Sleeves that reach like an eager hand,
Collars that stand as a noble band,
Pockets that hide secrets and keys,
In the rhythm of stitches, a silent breeze.

Clothes, the armor of our daily quest,
Cocoon and shelter, a gentle vest,
In the fabric of life, we find our way,
Wrapped in stories, come what may.