A Rough and Ready Write

The sun is up and coming in the morning, The moon is waving me a sad goodbye, The dawn of our solution, Is cleaning our pollution, With optimal collusion as we fry. I wonder as I wander in the sun bright, Why creatures of the shadows run and hide, Perhaps they know the story, Of nature's morning glory, Is sleeping when the day is hot outside. The dew is on the lawn of our contentment, The butterfly is talking to the bees, The bog is like a buddy, Because the hog is muddy, And all the birds are flocking in the breeze.