My eyes fixed to the driving lane
But to the left and the right along
There are trees, normally green
Today white and they almost shine. 

Throwing their pattern of bright and dark
Of shadow and light
They make up the road‘s face
Its dreamy design out of snow. 

Now straight ahead, then curvy
And from time to time, flakes tumbling
Sparkles shining when seldom
A single sun ray finds its way. 

The forest besides the road
It emits a comfy,
Marvellous silence
And lets me enjoy the moment.