Answer:
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
Brings the sky a lot closer.