Based off of the video: "The Life of a Dirt Block".
Ah, the life of a dirt block. Such a valuable creation must be honored by all, not to be underestimated for the resources it could provide. It faces cold, heartless winters, calm, steady springs, blazing hot summers, and finally, leaf-abundant dawn.
What's this? A lucky miner has come across a dirt block's cover- a grass-coated cube? He looks down, observing the block with extreme caution. He thinks, wondering what this insignificant block could do to aid in his survival. He simply looks on, walking past the stunned cube, said cube staring at him with such sadness weaved in its eyes. It hopes, prays, that one Steve shall come along and claim it as his own.
Another wasted opportunity for a good life- it ignores it, head held high for a new day. Night falls, a groan of a creeper could be heard in the distance, followed by a hiss and an explosion. The dirt block sits there, alone and unharmed, searching for a Steve that would dare come along in the dead of night.
But no human figures approach. Dirtie, we shall call this son of a block, feels himself raised- and became enlightened- happy that someone has come along and claimed him. But, he sees it... It's an Enderman, and an Enderman will do nothing for him. Unfortunately, he feels himself being put down, like the sad excuse for a block he is. Dirtie sighs inwardly, staring at the horizon, waiting for the ball of fire to awaken.
Suddenly, Dirtie sees something! It's a Steve! He gapes as the teal-shirted figure digs below him, puts something under him, a TNT block, perhaps, and conceals it with dirt blocks, much like himself. The Steve runs, awaiting behind a tree, waiting for his prey.
Steve waits, silent but deadly, as his victim approaches, and steps on a panel-
It all happened so fast. Dirtie hears a boom, and white, then finds himself in a dirt-covered haven where his parents are waiting for him.
And that, is the life of a dirt block.
Not re-read, so if you see any mistakes, sorry ouo