La majuscule

There, in the middle of nowhere, you stood like a verdant capital letter. Your deep roots, and your imposing presence, released a silent wave. Through your leaves, the wind danced, carrying the secret of this world. In your arms, everything was delicious, peaceful, precious. Your light leaves, rocked by the wind and carried by trembling sighs, slowly, like a burst of autumn warmth, whispered among themselves the secrets of a season in awe, dancing through the ages. And I was there, at the foot of that tree, silent yet loud, listening to it sing its recital. Like a virtuoso, every note, every punctuation, like a burst of prose, lost in time.