Two weeping willows met amongst the most barren of winters.
The willows thought they were alone in this bereft forest,
til they heard the cries of one another on one fated, desolate night.

The lovers of the willows had left them with untended leaves and desiccated roots. So the willows weeped, in hopes that their cries would reach the once tender hearts of their loves. Seasons passed, and their cries began to subside. The willows began to droop by the side of the bay, until they caught side of one another.

The emptiness in the heart of the willows craved anything to fill the deep aching that had begun to consume them. So the willows began to lay down and extend their roots to one another along the coast of this Stillwater.

The willows began to blossom again as they shared their waters with one another. At long last, the trees had found their forest.

But one day, as the willow slept, she heard her lover whisper in the night. When she awoke, she could see a fire far off in the forest. She knew her lover's tender was to return. She begged her lover to stay. But the willow would no longer listen to her cries. She ripped her roots from the ground and left her lover to die. The willow could weep no longer and became one with the bog.