The bell struggles to turn on screaming for help.

The wheels is praying for its life to get out off the overgrown grass.

Its handlebars are a patchwork of glistening, glinting cobwebs.

Its abandoned waiting to be rescued from despair.

The pedals are stiff trying to move its feet.

The light is waiting for someone to come and ride away happily and turn on the lights when its is dark.

The grass is getting bullied by the bike suffocating it to make it die of preasure

The rubber tyres are getting deflated of all the time its been there.

The tree as tall as a giant trying to not hit the roof