By Brigitte Franssen
Illustrated by Jef Franssen

On a nice summer's day, I lie in the grass, between the flowers, while the sun caresses my skin and a soft breeze plays with my hair. At this time of year Mother Nature is looking better than ever. She is luscious and beautiful as the sun warms her with his glow and shines almost all day long. Without realizing it, I have started to hum. And as I sing my song, I feel like a purring cat, lying in the lap of her mother while her daddy high up in the sky is keeping an eye out for her as well. And I could not be any happier.
God is the Father, Earth the Mother
With all things and in all things, we are relatives.
(Native American Wisdom)

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Music by George Gershwin
Lyrics by DuBose Heyward and Ira Gershwin, 1934

And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing by

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Brigitte Franssen 2008
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