Here I am
on my little island

Over there
is my faithful row boat

All of my trees
are starting to die

There's not a flower
to be picked or enjoyed

Not another being
is to be discovered

It seems like my
little island is shrinking

My boat oars  are
broken to splinters

Violent waves are
devouring the shore

Thunder cracks and
clouds swirl perilously

Lightening strikes,
fire breaks out

My trusted shelter
is completely obliterated

On ly little island
in my sea of solitude

Fires rages and
lightening plagues

I find myself
fading away