IF YOU CALL

 If you call

 I will come to you

Like yellow gingko leaves

 That drift in the autumn wind.

 If you call

 I will come to you

Like a new moon sinking quietly

On a night when mist settles over lake.

If you call

I will come to you

Like a stream that curves along

The sky-rim on warm spring days.

If you call

I will come to you Like

 the early spring sun that seeps in the grass

 When white herons chant in the azure sky.