If you think about it all of life is like this:
The ponies of Snowdonia lived in the fields of the mountains.
They were used to being cold.
Everybody thought they were safe and fine.
Then the winter of 2012/2013 came,
And with it the heaviest ice and snow,
And the ponies froze.
The ponies, dead, were buried beneath the snow.
And when the spring and the thaw came,
They appeared into the world again,
And were then buried again, only now in mass graves under cold soil.
They became one with the earth,
And thus fed the survivors and young foals.
They were born again, content and fulfilled.