Deep within the vibration gongs
Time of healing, one day belongs
In winters world of trodden prints
Inch by inch, present or past to tint

Deep within the calling wakes
Moving still, behold for sake
In autumn growth of changing winds
Inch by inch, doors un hinged

Deep within the layers unfold
Holding on, redness colds
In summer spray of colours ends
Inch by inch, seasons repeat to send