Ode to Ice Ages

Ten hundred thousand times the Earth has turned
Around the Sun that brightly burns
In ebbs and flows
Ever spinning, tilting, turning;
The age of glaciers comes and goes.

The ice retreats, the ice expands
It creaks and creeps across the lands
A frozen beast
Slowly grinding, grazing, churning,
Carving out the valleys deep.

An ever-changing climate, piercing cold and dry
With sculpted peaks against the sky
A mountain shorn
A landscape treeless, bare, eroded,
Of all that went before.

Colossal creatures roamed the land in herds
And Homo sapiens emerged
Migrating from afar
The human story has unfolded,
Driven by the motions of stars.