What are you doing with your precious life?

This is a poem by Mary Oliver called Summer Day, which was recommended to me by this guy Alex, who has helped remind me what is important in life. Graduate school has been my life this year, but especially this term, and sometimes I forget that I need to have a bit fun and time for myself. I've embraced the words, and the wisdom this poem has portrayed and hopefully you'll embrace it too! Thanks Alex and Mary for reminding me of what is important!

The Summer Day

Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, 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?