In salamander eyes
I see all that is wrong in the world:
Greed, the lust for more,
Whatever that more may be,
Salamanders do not care,
Anything to further their ambitions to consume more air.
They shall never be satisfied, of course,
It is not in their natures to be content,
To accept their place between worlds,
Until it is too late
And they lie by the waterside shrivelled, dead.
If only they’d realised the perfection of their environments:
Blue of water;
Green of grass;
Oxygen, unseen but always there;
If only they’d seen the beauty they basked in.
But, they didn’t; haven’t; don’t, and never will.
(Image courtesy fr.m.wikipedia.org)