The sky is gray,

the smoke took over,

the birds went away,

my island is suffering.

Nothing will never be the same,

the flowers will not grow back,

the view has change,

the fire is killing my island.

People cannot breath,

they have to leave their houses,

they have to run,

their little piece of island, has no air.

Make it stop.

Make it stop now.

Take control.

Give me the island that I know.