Cold Fronts vs Warm Fronts- A Poetic Way of Describing Thunderstorms

A cold front walked into a warm front one day,

"I'm sorry, good sir, would you please step away?

I'm in quite a rush and have no time to lose,

And I'll warn you right now, I have a short fuse!"

The warm front just sat and did not move an inch

Which perturbed the cold front, so a fight he'd insist.

So Cold lunged to attack, but was caught off his guard,

For Warm was quite smart, not just some dumb retard.

When Cold tried to fight, Warm knew just how to win-

With his thunderous blows he hit Cold in the chin.

And with that Cold fell down, and then started to cry

As Warm rose the winner and passed Cold right by.

Painting Destiny

I'm sure you could all identify,

To wondering our purpose on earth.

Our destiny, I think, is whats made with

Our lives since the day of our birth.

Each decision we make

Every step which we take,

Adds a whole other part,

To our life's painted art.

An art so distinctive,

Possibilities-infinitive.

There are no two the same,

One for each single name.

So take care with each of your choices,

Making sure that each one is the right.
Asking the Lord for his guidence,

Making sure to keep Him in our sight.

Faith and Trust

Why do certain things happen,
Why do so many things acur?
I wish I knew all the answers,
I wish I could say why they were.

One thing I do know is that God
Is better at this than am I.
For who do I think that I am,
To comprehend all with a sigh.

So Lord I will trust in your plan,
And rise every day with this prayer-
"Oh Lord, teach me how I should live
In your plan, and my life I give."