The bike leaned against the mighty birch tree longingly begging for someone to ride it.

The bikes wheels sunk into the grass with sorrow.

The bike that once had wonderful memories now had barely anything.

The pedals that used to propel now we’re tangled with ivy like a spiders legs.

The bike leaned against the mighty birch tree longingly begging for someone to ride it.

The bikes wheels sunk into the grass with sorrow.

The bike that once had wonderful memories now had barely anything.

The pedals that used to propel now we’re tangled with ivy like a spiders legs.