I Revolve Rapidly

The world whirls steadily
I revolve rapidly
The brooks will always be gossips, babbling behind your back
While you will never know what I wouldn't whisper into wishy-washy waves
The river will always meander, moseying madly, making amends with it's mother
I tap and trip and tumble along at terrifically differing tempos
The willow will weep waxy wishes that wilt and wither away 
I cry, crazy curses down at mother creator, calm and collected a few minutes later
The bees will always buzz, baby
Buds will always bloom, bushels of bluebells bursting brightly
But I,
You never know what I will do next