An abandoned bike is left, leaning on a silver birch.

The handlebars stick out like the Antlers of a roe deer.

The sandal sits down like white button mushroom.

An old ancient gnome sits joyfully on the rusted handlebars.

The torn tyres crumple the green hairs on a scared persons back.

An army of thick, moisturised moss covers the the stiff brakes.

The spokes created a spiral, pearsing the rubber wheel.

A skeleton leaf wraps itself around the structure of the bike.

A coal black belt succures the bike to the silver birch.