In the heart of Provence, where lavender sways,
Fields of purple stretch in endless displays.
The scent in the air, a fragrant delight,
Under the golden sun’s gentle light.

Vineyards sprawling on rolling hills,
Grapes ripening, a promise that thrills.
The breeze carries songs of ancient lore,
Whispering secrets from days of yore.

The Loire River, a ribbon of grace,
Winding through chateaux, a timeless embrace.
Reflections of castles in waters so blue,
A serene landscape, a painter’s view.

French pines standing tall, a forest’s shield,
Protecting the secrets the woods conceal.
Nature’s symphony in every breath,
A dance of life, overcoming death.