The Rest of Your LIfe

When I look at the sky, the grass, the trees,
I wonder how this all could be.
When I look at an ant, a human, an elephant,
it is a marvelous thing to me.
When I hear the sound of a whippoorwill,
smell Mother's bacon frying,
taste the eloquent nectar of dew,
I cannot explain it all.
But I do know how to walk through the forest,
lie down in the grass,
feel my breath.
What else can I do?
Please tell me if you can -
What are you going to do with the rest of your life?