My Poetry Doesn't Rhyme

The glass is beautiful
The cypress durable yet soft
but this coffer holds not yardryl
or valubles of any sacred loft
you look through the glass
and long to be within
for through the clouded glass
is a world you've never been
it's okay to enter
be careful as you do
for things within are fragile
no matter how they seem to you
the door is always open
come and go as you please
leave one thing, take another
for there really are no keys
the more I give, the more I have
the more you teach me
the more I know
my china closet
will never overflow