Behind the wooden frame and brass,
Lies a world both vast and dense,
Each door a passage, each step a chance,
To dive into life’s vast expanse.

With every creak and every groan,
Stories whispered, adventures sewn,
Through portals of oak, cherry, and pine,
Worlds within worlds we often find.

Close one gently, leave it be,
Another waits with golden key,
To realms unknown, to dreams so bright,
Embrace the journey, day and night.

For every door that stands ajar,
Beckons us to venture far,
In halls of fate where choices bloom,
Through every door, we chase our plume.