The Dance of pages and reader

A book is like a hidden door,

To worlds both far and near,

Each page a step across the floor,

Where stories come to cheer.

A reader is a curious soul,

An adventurer in disguise,

Exploring every tale and scroll,

With wonder in their eyes.

A book is like a whispered spell,

In quiet, tender tones,

It weaves a magic none can quell,

In hearts and minds it hones.

A reader is a gentle breeze,

That stirs the leaves to flight,

Awakening the forest trees,

With dreams that come to light.

Together they are dance and song,

In harmony they blend,

The book, the reader, all along,

Companions to the end.