Poem.

Thought of this poem while half asleep.

The wind brought more adventures today.
The high mountains clouded with white snow,
Fields of green covered in purple and pink,
The soil so brown, and the mud so wet,
Forest green with drops of the morning dew.

The wind brought more adventures today.
The stench of mountain clouded with waste,
Fields of green slowly turning to black,
The soil covered in tar, and the mud turning dry,
Forest grey that stood so high and bright.

All from the whiff of the daily wind.

Not sure if it's good. But it's the best I have ever did.