Glaciers carve the land, scraping the soil away, exposing stone, and all semblance of life is abolished from the earth.
Glaciers recede, depositing boulders, large and small, like frozen trolls on the bleak landscape.
The wind blows carrying with it particles of sand, seeds of plants, which snuggle into the crooks and crannies of the stone.
Time passes and plant life begins to sprout, and animals soon follow. They roam the land, watching over it from towers of stone.
From the warm blood of the marmot to the lonely forlorn dwarf pine even in desolation life blooms.