You are a memory of last summer lake shimmering on the land making the scene the fish are swimming peacefully the ducks eat on the bread from the tourists care joyful .Sky is a face of  joy, the trees are a  strong oak trees blowing in the wind.

In 1922  the musty, rusty bike left by the flower girl , it feels like  a rusted block of metal the sounds of the chain is clink clonk . Moss is holding the bike together and the flowers are over grown the bike is at the old tree.