Amidst the rolling hills and golden fields,
Where lavender blooms and secrets are revealed,
A symphony of nature’s gentle grace,
In France’s embrace, we find our place.

The rivers murmur tales of yore,
Through ancient forests, they softly implore,
To listen to the whispers in the air,
The essence of France, beyond compare.

Vineyards sprawling under the sun’s tender kiss,
Each grape a promise, a moment of bliss,
The wind carries the scent of wildflowers,
In this land, time bends to tranquil hours.

Majestic mountains stand tall and grand,
Guardians of this enchanting land,
With every step on this sacred ground,
In nature’s beauty, our souls are found.