Under the spreading branches of an oak, I found a corner of the world, a sanctuary of green, beyond the chaos of life. The wind, like a gentle friend, rustled my hair, laughed with me.

Here amongst wildflowers, I could shed my burdens, become like a butterfly, flitting, free, searching only for light, or a single drop of dew.

Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska

• Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska