In the morning is the dawning
as the sun creeps o’er the awning
and the lawn in its glorious
emerald green is seen
and the gleam
of the dew glitters
like diamonds scattered
or glass shattered
or words battered
into rhymes
as they clattered together
as if it mattered at all
and whether
together
or shattered and scattered
they were all merely words
and meant nothing at all.