Night had fallen beyond the veil of low branches. They had stolen away from town and away from nosey siblings for some time alone.
"Salix x sepulcralis. Weeping willow," she muttered as she ran her hand across the cool grass.
"It's a nice quiet tree to hide under," he whispered into her hair.
She leaned against him just a bit more, tucking her head in between his neck and his shoulder, while he readjusted his arms neatly around her.
"Why is it weeping?" she asked sadly.
He thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. Ain't it just the way the tree is?"
"Has to be a reason. Can't be weeping without something to weep about."
"It's just a tree, darlin'. Maybehaps it don't have feelings."
She hit him right in the center of the chest.
"Or," he amended, wincing. "It does."
"Maybe it weeps because it's alone. There aren't any other willows for 2.47 miles."
"Well, it ain't alone right now. It's with me and I'm with you. It works out. Nobody's by their lonesome."
She smiled. "It feels better already."
"It does?"
"It does."