The,Little Philosopher Poem by Kyungdae Min

The little philosopher awoke at dawn.
He ate 48 full moons
And drank the air loosely.
Near the head of my pillow,
Muttering to himself
The language runs along
A piano keyboard.

The tree rockingly,
The mountain rockingly,
The cloud rocklngly,
My umbrella rockingly,
My sister's umbrella rockingly,
That's interesting.

Is that an air festival?
Air is cotton candy given by God.
My mother could drink the air.
I will give my mother the air drawn
From the hole of a hive,
On my way to the supermarket,
From the sewage drain,
I will take a handful of air
Which I will plant
In my mother's heart.

If the sun dies.
We could not eat the sunlight and air.
Mother, I, sister, Daddy, mountain would die.
And then what shall we do.
Could we go to heaven?
Is there this much sunlight there?