Dream Catcher

Blooming before us, like dandelions sprouting in the spring. Rising above and beyond, invisible during the day, Guardians at night. Dangling up high as if it were puppets. So close, mountains could give a kiss away. The Stars dance and wiggle, as if putting on a play. Clouds form a dark, grey, thunderstorm, Clapping and roaring vividly, like an applause. The wind glides along in appraise. The moon shivers and squirms, it smiles upon the stars. A shooting star evolves, Leaving a trail of the dreams that sparkle in the dust. Feeling pure joy, the Moon erupts into a wall of tears. Water breaks the bond of the dreams attached to the star, It slowly sinks down into the homes, in the rooms, Into the minds, of the beholder. It has now lost its dreams. The sun is rising, and the star at once must become invisible, It now must start over and watch from above like a hawk. It now must watch the lives of everyday people, And become one with the beholder. It now must take dreams and guard them with its life. It now must take on its duty as a Dream-Catcher.