In the heart of Paris, where stories entwine,
The Champs-Élysées, a grand, verdant line,
From the Arc de Triomphe to the Place de la Concorde,
Life pulses and dances, a vibrant accord.
The avenue stretches, a canvas of dreams,
Where laughter and whispers flow like the streams,
Cafés spill laughter, with croissants in sun,
Each moment a treasure, each smile just begun.
Beneath the soft glow of the streetlamps’ embrace,
The echoes of history weave through this place,
A stroll through the ages, where footsteps remain,
From revolution’s fervor to peace after pain.
In the shadow of Louvre, art whispers its call,
While lovers entwine, with their backs to the wall,
The spirit of Paris dances in air,
As the Champs-Élysées cradles hearts with care.
The Guards of the Tomb, a solemn salute,
Echoes of valor in the bustling pursuit,
With each passing moment, a story unfolds,
Of artists and dreamers, of young and of old.
The fashionable march in their chic, tailored wear,
With boutiques that glimmer, allure everywhere,
From Chanel to Dior, the elegance flows,
On the Champs-Élysées, where brilliance bestows.
As the sun dips below, and the twilight ignites,
The avenue glimmers with thousands of lights,
A symphony pulses, a heartbeat so grand,
The Champs-Élysées, where all dreams stand.
Through seasons it changes, but one thing remains,
The spirit of Paris, in joy and in pains,
Here history lingers, with every new day,
In the warmth of the night, the world finds its way.
So come, wander freely, let your heart sway,
In the arms of the Champs-Élysées, come what may,
For in every step taken, in laughter and sighs,
The essence of life in its beauty lies.