The rusty bike leans against the silver birch tree.

The old set screeches as you sit on it.

The light shines when you turn it on in the sunlight.

The wheels sink the ground as it is so heavy.

The knowm sits on the light trying to make it work.

The mud gard keeps the mud of the seat.

The bike lock locks the bike up in till the owner returns 

The cobweb sprung across the bike holding it together.

The handle bars are hard to move because of all the rust.

The rusty metal is falling apart by the minute.