“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
I think of Grass Hoppers,
Swans and Black Bears
Of Blessings, and many Summer Days.

I also think of a child,
Teary eyed, hungry, parched throat
"Please give her a little water," I say,
A little water,
Crystal as in the lake of Taupo and Wanaka.
Fragrant air,
Announcing spring in the valleys of Kashmir.
A morsel to eat,
As Mama would feed me in warm Muscat days.
And a simple dream,
As one that makes me write today.

For my life is precious, wild,
It is!
But no more than that of this child,
Who yearns for water to drink,
Clean air to breathe,
A little food, and home of a square yard.
A child who longs for a tomorrow
That is better than today.

In this life, Grass Hopper,
I wish no more for myself
For I already have the priceless gift
Of love, life
And of wild dreams.

But I do wish to share
The blessings that I have so gratefully received
And bring to this child
Her simple right to ask out loud
"What do I plan to do with my one wild and precious life?"

— Priv Bradoo