In fields where lavender sways with the breeze,
The scent of flowers whispers through the trees,
A symphony of colors, a painter’s dream,
In the heart of Provence, where nature’s serene.

Rolling hills kissed by the morning sun,
Vineyards stretch as far as the eye can run,
Golden light dances on the dewy leaves,
In the embrace of dawn, the spirit believes.

Rivers meander through the lush, green glade,
Reflecting skies in their gentle cascade,
Birds sing melodies, a sweet refrain,
In every note, the essence of France remains.

As twilight falls, the stars begin to gleam,
Casting a glow on this tranquil scene,
In the silence, nature’s lullaby is found,
In the heart of France, where beauty knows no bounds.