

Moonlight peeks on the cradle, bright. Little grey bunny whispers, "Sleep tight." The blonde baby sighs, "Mm, night." A Belarusian lullaby floats, gentle and light. "Bayu-bay," hums Bunny, rocking just right.

"Do you hear forests dream?" asks Bunny, serene. Baby blinks; tiny lashes gleam. "Hush-hush," he coos, like a stream. Fields of Belarus sway in beam. The translated lullaby threads each dream.

Window winds tap soft and low. Little grey bunny murmurs, "We'll go slow." Baby yawns, whispers, "Hello, glow." Stars knit blankets, silver and snow. Belarusian hush translates, "Rest, little brow," below.

"All the world is sleeping," they peep. Bunny tucks the cradle, promises to keep. Baby smiles, drifting deep. "Bayu-bay," breathes night, a gentle sweep. Belarusian dreams glow safe in sleep.
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