Ecclesiastes One

Verse 1: Vanity of vanities, whispers in the void, A fleeting shadow, life’s ephemeral stream. Generations rise and fall, while the ancient earth stands firm, What harvest does man reap beneath the sun’s relentless burn? Chorus: The sun ascends, then descends in its celestial ballet, And the wind dances, its tireless waltz never done. Rivers rush to oceans, yet their thirst remains unquenched, Endless cycles, the world’s weary refrain. Verse 2: Eyes hunger for unseen vistas, ears ache for melodies unheard, History echoes, a timeless refrain without end. The epochs past have witnessed the same cosmic drama, Is there novelty, or merely ancient tales retold? Chorus: The sun ascends, then descends in its celestial ballet, And the wind dances, its tireless waltz never done. Rivers rush to oceans, yet their thirst remains unquenched, Endless cycles, the world’s weary refrain. Bridge: What once was, now buried in memory’s sands, What’s to come, a fading whisper on fate’s winds. Outro: What is crooked cannot be made straight,and what is lacking cannot be counted. For in much wisdom is much vexation, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.