Ceevah Sobel, Bishop Tuff

I made a metaphorical fragile container out of the dead sage... the only thing that grows here. It was difficult to pick up the dead branches without disturbing the thin layer of soil. Even walking seemed to be a disturbance. I fashioned a sort of cylindrical basket by stacking the twisted branches. I buried a pine cone in this container under rock that had exfoliated off of the boulders. Might it germinate one day in this slowly forming thin layer of soil?