The wondering bike loning for adventure to come,

The mudguard ready for battle aganst anything,

The hypnotic wheel spinning in rhythm,

The flowerbox wilted but not defeated only waiting for

 its chance,

The light with no life dead until the light shines again,

The handel bars are stiff and rigid but stand tall,

The rusted seat stands still a silent statu ,

The geers crackle as they slowly turn .