A Willow Tree's History

In the shade of the willow tree
I opened a book.
It had no pictures in which to see.
The cover was very well worn.
The pagers were yellowed,
A few were even torn.
As I held it in my hand,
My eyes followed the words--
The story was simply grand.

Day slipped into night
But, yet, I continued to read--
For it's pages shown bright.

My eyes had grown heavy
and then, I began to dream.
That is's pages told the story of me.
In the shade of the willow tree --
I found an eternal treasure:
I received a testimony.