Doomsday the 2nd

Paradise is eroding
The umbrella drinks
They get bigger, the
Island tracts they are
Smaller. We are not 
Breathless over their
Beauty, we just can't 
Breathe the air it gets
Bigger fills with the
Smell of smoke come
From away the beach
It slips away into the
Waters all so soon, so
Overwhelming. Feel
The heat the fires are
Far away, eroding our
Island drowning our
Peace, our paradise