In the heart of Provence where lavender blooms,
The gentle breeze carries whispers of old,
Through vineyards vast and rolling hills,
Natureâs serene tale unfolds.
Golden fields of sunflowers sway,
Under the gaze of a cerulean sky,
The fragrance of thyme and rosemary,
Fills the air as time drifts by.
Rivers weave through verdant valleys,
Reflecting the pastel hues of dawn,
Songbirds serenade the morning light,
In this tranquil, verdant lawn.
As dusk embraces the French countryside,
Stars awaken in a velvet expanse,
Nature’s symphony, a lullaby,
In Franceâs tender, timeless dance.