Beneath the Beaulieu skies so blue, Wendy's daughter sails anew, Upon her board with winds that sing, The tennis courts awaiting spring. On sandy shores of France's embrace, Cakes and coffee give their grace, While Ivy, loyal by the sea, Watches Anna and Leah gleefully. In a camper van parked by the dunes, Memories flow like timeless tunes, Anna's husband, the canoeist bold, Paddles tales of adventures untold. And as the loz'd horizon gleams, Their laughter weaves sunlit dreams, Together in this coastal land, Woven like ivy, hand in hand.