Didn't we just say it?
Predictable antique on a constant loop. There you are,
Making tickling turns. Pro-cyclic rings of little rest.

Again, if we ask, please don't tell.
The sun plays your role; unending natural timepiece
Slow to burn or lie in faulty sequence.

We just noticed,
You've been on, and on: years and more and some more
Ticking and making unsolicited rounds, forever.