Rock a bye baby

-Rock a bye baby on the treetop-

She was asleep, unaware of everything around her. Her tiny thumb was in her mouth, and she breathed softly as the cradle moved closer to the end of the branches.

-When the wind blows, the cradle will rock-

Her short, vibrant hair blew in the wind. She yawned, rolling over and bumping the side of the cradle.

-When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall-

The branch snapped.

-And down will come baby-

There was a loud splash, and the music came to a heart-stopping halt.