Today's poem: My name is Mr Bird

Hi! there
My name is Mr Bird

I fly through farms of air
The skies love me

As their perfect 
Green diamond

My beak opens 
The gates of air

My wings
Press the buttons

Of the lift 
To whatever floor I choose

On humans
I am their motivator

To the doors 
Of the universe

I have soul reflection
They have my charity

Being copycats
Of design

I have no seats to sing
I have no toilets to flush

Plain simple feathers
A life without airports