In the quiet drawer they lie, soft and neat,
A pair of warmth for weary feet,
Colors blend in playful dance,
A guardian in life’s daily trance.
Through morning rush and evening rest,
They cradle toes, a gentle nest,
Patterns weave a story untold,
In every stitch, memories unfold.
From woolen warmth to cotton’s grace,
They journey with us, place to place,
Silent whispers in each step,
A tender hug, a secret kept.
Oh, humble socks, companions true,
In every hue, a world anew,
Wrapped in comfort, snug embrace,
In your presence, we find our place.