Beneath the azure skies of France, so fair,
Where lavender fields weave dreams through the air.
The gentle breeze, a soft and tender kiss,
Carries whispers of nature’s purest bliss.

Golden sunflowers stand tall in the light,
Their faces turned towards the sun so bright.
In vineyards lush, grapes ripen on the vine,
Awaiting the press for the finest wine.

The Loire flows gently through valleys green,
Reflecting castles in waters serene.
Each ripple sings a song of ancient days,
Of knights and kings, and their heroic ways.

In forests deep where the deer roam free,
The heart of France beats wild and free.
Nature’s symphony plays on without end,
In this land of beauty, my soul does mend.