Nothing New Under the Sun

The sun ascends, the day begins,
And with it, whispers of ancient winds.
A thousand lives, a million dreams,
All unfold in the same old schemes.

Beneath the sky, both vast and wide,
We chase the dreams that time has tried.
Each step we take, each thought we spin,
Echoes of the past we live within.

The rivers flow, the winds they sigh,
Beneath the same vast, endless sky.
What’s old returns, what’s new has been,
All paths we walk, we’ve walked again.

Love and loss, joy and pain,
History repeats, like falling rain.
What once was done, will be again,
In endless circles, without end.

For every song that’s ever sung,
Is but a note from times unsprung.
In cycles old, in patterns spun,
There’s nothing new beneath the sun.

For in this dance of time we’re spun,
The past and future are the same one.
We strive, we fall, we rise, we run—
But in the end, there’s nothing new under the sun.

Description: “Nothing new under the sun” is an idiom that means nothing is truly new, and that things repeat themselves. This poem talks about how human life and experiences stay the same over time, suggesting that everything we do and seek has happened before and will happen again. The phrase "nothing new under the sun" means that, even with new ideas and progress, the main struggles, dreams, and patterns of life remain the same. From the natural cycles to the repeating patterns of human action, the poem highlights how history keeps repeating itself. It's both a reflection on how time seems to make us repeat things and a reminder that life goes on in cycles. The sun, symbolizing time, rises and sets, showing us familiar patterns we can't escape, reminding us that nothing is truly new.

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