Stimulus based poem

So I've got three images to write about. Thats three more than i expected to get. Thank you Guys:)

The first one was submitted by my sister, Lucy. It was the easiest to write about.

This hasnt been edited yet. I'm aware that the ending is weak, but I was really excited to share it.

Wales:

 Image submitted



It’s almost peaceful here

And yet

Does the moon shine here?

Does the sun rise?

Veiled smog

Shelters the valley

The barren trees made of indifference

No love for winter, no hate for spring

The ice river

Has seen no skates for years

The weeds have climbed their frugal climb

Up the hills, hoping for sun

The rocks carve a godly face, to those who believe

And moss spreads across it

But it is the never moving clouds that make the tourist halt

The grey slate that hangs over like judgment of the worst kind

It is this that makes the tourist ask himself

Is this Wales

Or is this hell?.