Maki's painting "Flower. The movement towards the light".
And that flower was reaching for the light,
Opening the petals towards you.
It's like an echo of summer,
Got into the September days.
And the wind rustled so gently,
The flower was like the dawn.
It's so peaceful in the thick grass
He drank in the moonlight.
And the sun's ray shone dimly-
He was very far away.
But it was endlessly hot
In with the naive flower.