They say, “under the sun nothing is new.”
Perhaps it’s true.
Should we continue this way, as we always do?
I might agree, if the sky were blue.
One solid hue upon every view.
They ignored, but they knew, and it’s coming unglued.
Under the sun, we are them, me and you.
Now that we’ve met, what else can we do?
The Everdene Tribute 