While dancing through the floral fields,
where pungent scents abound--
My soul is filled with loveliness,
like nothing else around.

The gentle breeze caresses,
each row of colored flowers--
A place where one could lie alone,
and meditate for hours.

I've wandered daily to the hills,
where green and gold tones meet--
And the light fresh touch of lavender,
remains the ultimate treat.

Faintly blue and purple hues,
enliven nature's scene--
Each soft wisp of lavender dust,
recalls a Provence dream.

Imagining a little French girl,
skipping merrily down each aisle--
With tall strands of native flowers,
while wearing an enchanting smile.

Someday I'll visit this country town,
in rural, rustic France--
And comb the lacy fields of lavender,
whenever I have the chance.