A flightless bird of grey, brown and white, I'm no Happy Feet, though my color is alike. People always thought I was dumb, Yet, due to human interference I succumbed.

I have many panes but no aches or pains, I hold the summer sun while winter reigns. I’m a glass-walled home where the sprouts can grow, Keeping them warm while there’s frost and snow.

Golden shaft descends, Warmth on skin, a silent kiss, Shadows start to flee.

I walk in a suit but own no tie. I have two wings but never fly.

I am a monument frozen in time, a testament to the past. When I bleed, I raise the tide. My chilly nature holds me fast.