Unwound

Wound up to tight

Takes place

At the worst moment

At the worst sight

But when the time comes

To bring it back

The ropes have to be unwound

So that they don’t snap

So it starts with a twist

In the opposite direction

From the current tension

So that the line

Can start to relax

Again

Upon Arrival

You will hear

Upon arrival

The words once heard

To be the only way

Of survival

Cordial and quaint

Ideally a world

We can see as we paint

The words that we now know

As we grow

The more we achieve

Set out to see

The world around us

And all it is to be