Community In Yellow

The community is in my environs
They sing and consider
They live near a lemon tree
Their wings flutter
And it is so weird
To consider that they do not care
About me

I listen to the in between
They talk to me between the flutter
I know what they are saying
There are questions
That they articulate
They are intelligence
That communicate

Yet they live on there own
There is no commingling
There is a radical disconnect
They are part of the scenery more than else
Why are they relegated to the dim
Would that I cared
Would that are beings were one