I built a dream catcher,
but It caught no dreams.
I checked each morning,
and wasn't pleased.
I put it farther,
way outside,
pray that one day,
it would catch wind inside.
I heard that if you waved
a tool back and forth,
bubbles would be born
so I waved that dream catcher
back and forth,
Ignoring the leaves
focussing on the blue
not the green
A glint in the sky,
when I looked up high,
and there was my dream,
lain out for me
a airplane before me