COME BACK, come back, ...good-bye
"Come back little hummingbird," Trumpet vine is calling to the hummingbirds, "Come back my little ones. Don't fly away and leave me yet. If you are not here to enjoy my nectar, the humans will mow me down and carry away my dead branches so that I don't keep reaching out. "Come back my little ones. I... Sign in to see full entry.