You are a bike left abandoned , your handlebars twisted like gnarled old branches.

You are some black spokes poking out of the dewy ground,polluting its freshness.

You are a rusty bike lock twisting around the gnarled, old tree, draining out the energy from the branches.

You are some creaky pedals turning over the fresh pasture like a combine harvester.

You are a flickering bike light, flashing on and off clawing for desperate survival.

Soon you shall crumble away into nothingness.