Yellow

unstable and ready to fall
but the roots are too deep
back to where i was tomorrow
like waiting for the fruits to grow
in bright colors they give hope
yet insects eat up
hunger to exist
like daily newspapers
connecting separated pages
into columns under photographs
flags blown by the wind
spelling each name loudly
with rolling drums and butterflies
and a premier of a new movie
watch as red lights turn green
but in between... it's yellow