Looking for Life

This morning I will inspect my plants and vegetation over the land for signs of life. Even some of the hardiest plants, like Crown of Thorns, have dropped their leaves down to the bare minimum prickly stalk. The Birds of Paradise are very doubtful about their commitment to the warmer weather. Life in the ground is moving slowly, cautiously peering up, sticking out a leaf here or there to see if it's safe. Curiously, the birds sound like they do up North in the Spring with their tentative chirps and singing. Two days ago I found a frog quite dead; frozen I think. Don't know where the lizards went to. And the bunnies, what a bad winter to be born. Now gazing out on the brown lawns and monochrome gardens, I can't help but think of the rubble of Haiti, destruction piled on top of an already devastated land. What life will grow there again ?