Across The Tick

Could it really be that wind
Looking out for that illusive knock?
Even though the night might have thinned
'One-O-One!', gonged the clock. 

Now when the mystery deepened,
'One-O-One!', also said the rock;
Shoveling all the way,
Eager to chip away, block by block.

Purity and peace returns to life;
One-O-One shouldn't also the people meet?
On the spot and on the time
Never letting go of a tweet.
And do not forget the nose, so sublime. Oh!