The rotting saddle of the bicycle trapped ,

In the gushing wind ,

Of a perishing winters evening .

The spokes as shiny as a diamond ,

Awaited their rider……………… impatiently,

The handle bars filled with green moss and vines ,

Helplessly ,the decaying chain tumbled ,

From position .

Poorly,the chain fell into the oozing mud.

Fading from the Earth

THE BIKE IS DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!