The deserted, battered bike leans against the weeping, wonderful Willow tree like an old, gentle lady in the park, catching her breath on a hot summer’s day.

The razor-sharp teeth of the decaying chain, bite at the innocent tree, draining the energy from the branches.

The beady eyed headlight  fades into darkness as the life is sucked from the decaying bike.

The rusty, decaying handlebars point out angrily like snakes hissing loudly.

The gears sit peacefully, longing to accelerate at full speed again.

The lonely wheels are like an abandoned Ferris Wheel waiting to be thrilled by excited people once more.