Shades of Green

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It is a deep, dark forest,
                  hiding secrets
         like no one's business,
where he lets the bow
             run across its surface.
He lets it run once more, twice,
            just to ease his mind.
He checks the strings,
like he's ready to rain
sonic havoc to absolutely no one
                             but himself.
                    He double-checks by letting
his bow run - again with the running! -
               across the strings,
                          and they ring
                     with the sound of fifths.
He's in tune.
He prepares a piece he's been
meaning to overcome,
a Mt. Everest that will test
                         the dexterity of his fingers -
watch how they climb!
A pause. Checks his bow.
Maybe he should venture through
the forest green of his rosin
                           one more time, just so his bow
won't slip when he begins to climb.
       Up he goes, the melody
leading him on to certain,
                    classic victory.
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The word was "rosin". How else was I going to do this piece when you have a word like "rosin"? Haha. Hope you enjoyed it!

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