Morning song

by Aleza Freeman

When she was small,
well, smaller than today,
her mind soared with
big dreams, high hopes

she believed in people,
magic, justice
couldn’t hurt a fly
let alone a human being

time has a way of
twisting, tugging away
at the shell of innocence
hugging our skin

and a morning song
sung with the rising sun,
fades into the shadows of
nighttime skies