Wild Berry Meadow foreign creature; gift is a burden

The humming changed, become loyal to a single rhythm. Words came soon after, low and melodic, perfect in pitch. "go to sleep, you little baby,"  Movement at the fringe of the meadow had her gaze dance towards it, but she didn't move from her perch, moving to her forelimbs as she blacked the earth from her ankles. "go to sleep, you little baby," The male approached, stopping, calling out words. But she was not finished, not yet. Her singing continued in the manner of a lullaby, low and soothing. 

"your momma's gone away and your daddy's gonna stay, didn't leave nobody but the baby" She paused her humming, glancing to the male with a small, ambiguous smile.  She dipped her head, replying lightly, "are you? down there?"