Always together.

Never one without the other.

 

She is strong, reliable, and tall.

He is gentle, relaxed, and comforting.

 

The breeze flows lightly through her elegant leaves. She is whispering to him.

He dances daintily in the sunlight, which never fails to make her smile.

 

Their relationship is unlike any other I have seen before.

He is there to support and nurture her through the harsher months, keeping her from withering away.

 

She gives him company, with the animals that take shelter in her soft branches.

She has always been very inviting.

 

Her roots are forever intertwined with him,

An unspoken promise.

 

I wonder, do they ever fight?

When the rain is pouring down, and she may not look so strong.

When the wind whips through his waters, and he may not look so gentle.

 

But they always recover, one way or another.

 

The willow and the river.

Always together.