My life is like a canvas,sometimes colorful and in black and white.

As I grew old through the continuing cycles of change,

From harsh autumn wind,to a blizzard winter spell…

I remain unchanged.

My life is like a canvas with different strokes of colored paint and sometimes in black and white.

From the dry spell of summer sun,to a breezy wind of spring…

I remain unchanged.

My life keeps on twirling,like a spinning wheel and it all comes in divine order,I believe…

I remain unchanged.

My life will always remain, like a canvas of colors and sometimes in black and white.