A Life in a Day of a Minecrafter
I'm here all alone
In this massive block world.
I cut down tree trunks
To make a new home.
I craft a pickaxe,
And in a small cave
I find a little coal.
No torches I lack.
I'm deep in my mine.
It's so very dark.
But before I turn back,
I make a great find.
What is this ore?
It's brilliant and blue.
I break it apart
To its diamond core.
It's now getting dark.
The sun's going down
The moon's coming up.
My life just got hard.
The spiders' red eyes,
The skeletons' bows,
The moans of zombies,
It must be a lie.
I have to get away
Hiding deep underground.
I hear a small hissss.
This has not been my day.