Everything Under the Sun -

Generations come, and generations pass.

Kingdoms conquer, and kingdoms fall.

Seasons come, and seasons go.

The sun rises in the east,

And the sun sets in the west.

The wind blows to the south

And makes its way back to the north

The rivers flow to the seas,

But the seas are never full.

We cut with our teeth,

But our stomachs are never full.

We drink are fill,

But never quench our thirst.

Our eyes search, but never find.

Our ears listen, but never hear.

Everything that is, has already been.

There is nothing new under the sun.

Our fathers are forgotten, and our

Children will not remember our names.

I have seen all things under the sun.

Everything is meaningless:

A chasing after the wind.