The Summer Day

by Mary Oliver

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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.

Tell me,

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?