In fields where lavender dreams reside,
The gentle breeze carries secrets untold,
Golden sunflowers sway in graceful pride,
As nature’s canvas begins to unfold.

The vineyards stretch, a sea of green and gold,
Grapes hang like jewels in the soft morning light,
A tapestry of life, stories of old,
In the heart of France, where day turns to night.

The rivers sing softly, a melodious tune,
Reflecting the dance of the clouds above,
Under the watchful gaze of the pale moon,
Nature whispers tales of eternal love.

In forests rich with the scent of pine and oak,
The whispers of leaves tell a timeless story,
Every stone, every brook, every gentle stroke,
Paints a picture of nature’s endless glory.