sonnet You rate the sunlight

You rate a ray of sun off cloud all white
A melanoma might munt supple skin
You cringe the city smog sucked slowly in
A burqa filters turns two wrongs a right
You dive the global warming rubbish bin
Tocisoes heat exchangers conquer night
And day and march on map as pin past pin
Esecoes solar panels siphon light
We stroll an orchard full of citrus fruit
You fear theres not a honey bee in hive
The mud and drill and bumble bees yet drive
A pollination wending windy route
I wonder what your scrawny but big bum
Is signing me my lips are stricken dumb
Chorus bum arse rear