In the winter  you go
went south of here.
A place where my parents grew up.
Where spring is always.

Bye bye black
chinned hummingbird
I'll tell mom you left
so that they can have
want you wanted.

When the breeze is sweet,
and maybe bit melancholic,
You'll come back to
flowers that bloom.

Now don't you worry
if they don't love you.
You're back black chinned
hummingbird and I welcome
you again.