My Words are Sullen like Faded Glass

My words are sullen like faded glass,

Dimmed like a dried soil in which flowers never blossom.

Is what hopelessness would spew had I been so solemn.

Alas, I dance, sway in the wind like grass,

Happy as can be, yes, at my highest quantum.

Marvel upon my beauty, "for it dazzles," says some.

Others seem to believe I may be so crass.

But I am careless as can be.

Gallivanting throughout open oceans and fields,

Must you be so judgmental, my friend?

Come, take my hand, we'll cross the sea,

I'll show you the power you can yield,

Though time is limited, joy shall never bend.