Amid the whispering pines of Provence,
Where lavender fields dance in the breeze,
Sunlight spills like golden wine,
Kissing the earth with gentle ease.
The quiet murmur of the river,
Winds through valleys, soft and low,
Carrying tales of ancient times,
In its soothing, endless flow.
Mountains rise with regal grace,
Guardians of the verdant land,
Their shadows cast a cool embrace,
Over meadows wild and grand.
In the heart of this serene haven,
Nature sings her timeless song,
A melody of peace and wonder,
Where every soul can belong.