Stretching forth where paths unfold, woven tight in threads of bold. Moves with him through dusk and day, holds its form in subtle way. Wears like wind, both firm and light— fit for step in shade or light.

Soft it drapes where silence flows, moves with breeze the daylight knows. Loosed in form, yet shaped with grace, wanders free through time, place. Hers the calm, the ease, the air— worn in comfort, worn with care.

Pockets deep where silence stays, built for dusk and working days. Worn through stone and restless mile, keeps its hold in rugged style. Form and function, thread and tread— walks where paths have long since fled.

From creepeth said moved given divide make multiply of him shall itself also above second doesn't unto created saying land herb sea midst night wherein.