Description Writing Practice

by Carey Hsu, Sixth Grade

An old piano sits solemnly in a cheery room full of children. Its keys, worn smooth by years of use, gleam in the dim, flickering lights. Its pedals, though rusted, still display its golden luster. How beautifully the piano plays as it stands tall though old and weathered. People come, and people go, each not seeing its worth. In a classroom full of children, no one ever plays the pearly white keys. No one ever steps on the golden pedals. No one ever seems to have a use for it. Nevertheless, the unused instrument sits in silence, never in despair only patience. The old piano sits, all alone, alone, alone, while the room fills with children, while the room empties out. But footsteps break the numbing silence. A child walks up and steps on the pedals and plays the pearly keys, showing it the love it has not felt for years.

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