I'm right under your nose, find me if you can. You'll never solve this riddle unless you do what I am.

Mick is one. Skip it for fun. In the UK, a bunch add up to a ton To kill two birds, use it, don't bother with a gun.

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