In fields where lavender sways,
Beneath the azure skies so wide,
The gentle breeze of Provence plays,
A dance of nature, pure and untied.

Vineyards stretch in endless green,
With grapes that kiss the morning dew,
The sun’s embrace, a golden sheen,
Painting the landscape in a hue.

Rivers hum a tranquil song,
As they weave through hills and vales,
The French countryside, where hearts belong,
In its serene and timeless tales.

Nature speaks in whispers soft,
Through forests dense and meadows bright,
A symphony aloft and oft,
In France, where beauty meets the light.