I am a poem generator
in human form.
Revving up my motor
in morning light.

I drink words
like someone would coffee.
I get inspired
by the gentle breeze,
that carries birds song.

I am a poem generator,
with purpose to anoint page
so many gather.

I ingest ideas like one would eat a meal
where tip becomes the poem.

I dancing as if each phase
is a step aligning with musical heartbeat.

I am a poem generator
inviting eyes to take action and read.
Read to travel
into a vortex of light.