The rotting, old, rusty abandoned bike has lost its memory and now is within the back of the garden.

The unwanted saddle lays depressed.

the retired wheels dream of clutching its precious memory’s of being in the enchanted woods again, but knows its life is already over.

Seeing the bike brings back wonderful memory’s.

Leaning against the wall the bike break.

The stiff handle bars fear of moving side to side like before.