Answer:
I have a small hill with seven holes.
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
When it comes to me, you go on red and stop on green. What am I?
3 point goal
When I am caught I am thrown away. When I escape you itch all day.
What is always coming but never arrives?