Pip crept through the tall grass. Something was moving over there.
The bush swayed on its own. Leaves whispered. A soft hum filled the air.
Pip took a wobbly step, then another. Both feet tapped in time. The bush flashed stripes of gold and violet.
Pip did a silly hop. The bush mirrored it, pulsing bright blue.
The bush leaned low. Its glowy yellow leaves brushed Pip's knees. The song grew louder and sweeter.
Pip's head dipped forward, then jerked up. The dancing slowed.
Pip lay down on the soft grass. Eyes closed. The bush hummed a lullaby.
The next morning, a tiny yellow leaf sat on the windowsill. Still warm. Still humming.