Spark-Catcher

Rising suns and setting suns are diff’rent sights,
Shades unique pastels and meanings contradict:
Moving mountainsides or gasping derelict,
Bids goodbye or welcomes days renewed or nights.

Younger me had took to waving nets around
Trying hard to catch the sparks of light remain,
Foolish boy I swung at twilit times in vain
Whilst my fam’ly watched the sun go underground.

Only one outside, (the others making fun)
Catching ev’ry spark to save the shards of sun.