How many times have you ridden the rock? Flung round the flame, ticks my orbital clock. Each time I tick up, you mark the big date. At first you can't wait, to eat cake, celebrate. The rhythm advances though, faster each turn, I continue increasing, now causing concern, You're now not so hungry, a bit dizzy and sick, But the wheel keeps on turning, so brace for the tick

I bring green to fields and warmth to the air, or I store up force with a coiled care. One makes the earth begin anew, the other drives motion when tension is through.

It is something that is hidden in plain sight

When borne by the King, I'd sparkle with stones, Worn too by the Dragon, In a bright golden tone, I clung to the Angels, and devils indeed, Like 'Evil' incarnate, atop silver steed

The staple in Asian cuisine, I am also handy after you drop your phone in water.