A Golden Door and Silver Key

A book is like a portal, or perhaps a golden door,
that can teleport you to realms you've longed to visit before
And once we cross the threshold, I'm sure we'll all agree-
words and phrases come together to create a sparkling silver key
When scouting up icy peaks, we wince at the glacial gusts,
when roaming across the stretches of sand, we try to evade the stormy dust
When basking in the tranquility of the forest, we inhale the fresh, green air,
when diving down to unknown depths, we try to capture moments so rare
While engrossed in a book, we live through more than any boy or girl,
eagerly readying ourselves for the adventures to unfurl
Whether it's riding a mare, galloping beyond the glade,
or being the accomplice to a prisoner formulating an escapade
or witnessing the deliberate misuse of talent and magic,
or accompanying and assisting all types of animals- terrestrial or pelagic
or live through and watch over a divergent family scenario,
sympathizing and comforting them during all the gloom and woe
Or from repeatedly reliving the pressures of high school,
to kneeling down before a ferocious monarch's rule,
we can sense the ideas laced and woven between the continual words-
some stay embedded in our mind, others remain unheard
Yet, more than the storyline, is our feeling of corresponding emotion
of varying intensity- hovering over the surface, or at the bottom of the ocean
It's something books can unanimously bring out
from every person who lands on them, without a doubt
And though the pages are a dull black and white,
we see much more, we see the sight
of a variety of coloration, tints and shades
that intensify with the passage of time, rather than simply fade
And all the while in our pocket, rests that sparkling silver key
that keeps us locked up in the world we've entered- without it we'd be free
to reluctantly walk back out through the shimmering golden door
teleporting us once again to the land much too bland and uninteresting to explore