Strange Worlds
Traveling through the mists unfurled
Stepped a stranger in the new world
What wonders, what sights still await?
Wondered the stranger in the confused state.
Odd scents invade the nose
Not bad, but pleasant, much like those
Of a valley Lily, or a sweet Texas Rose.
Bold new colors, blind the eyes
Of this stranger, Its no surprise
That while fearsome at first glance
They proved awesome the second chance
The stranger had the time to see
That what is new doesn't have to be
Avoided, as courage is the key.