Man Predicts, God Decides. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The world is torn, a chilling sight,
One side in darkness, frozen tight.
America shivers, ice so deep,
While weary souls can barely sleep.

Across the world, a different tale,
Australia burns, a fiery trail.
Orange skies and smoke so grim,
The land ablaze, a hopeless hymn.

What links these worlds, so far apart?
The ocean's heat, a wounded heart.
It warms and swells, a rising tide,
Where hidden currents twist and ride.

The winds are changed, their pathways bent,
A broken system, heaven-sent?
Hot air blows where cold should be,
A world unbalanced, wild and free.

This isn't chance, it's Earth's despair,
A future bleak beyond compare.
The ice and fire, side by side,
Where can we run, where can we hide?

The balance gone, the center lost,
A heavy price, a bitter cost.
The lines are blurred, the warnings clear,
A world in crisis, gripped by fear.

T.M.Solvang