Iceburg Melting

We met in the middle
of our lives,
like a cool breeze in summer
from and arctic iceburg melting,
as the shifting
of the plates strongly suggested
an earthquake;
as the bunnies were stomping to warn
all the others,
The zebras ran restless and silent.
But I'm just one girl,
in the study of nature;
So don't ask me what this could mean.