The Summer Day
by Mary Oliver
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to fall
down into the grass
how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed,
how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last
and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?