The garden’s gold trumpets, in velvet array,
Swayed to the rhythm of a soft, summer day.
They leaned to the breeze with a secret to share,
While a robin’s sweet night-song hung light in the air.
The chorus sang out of a "title" brand new—
A herald of joy that was coming with you.
Then morning arrived with a shimmer of lace,
As sunbeams spilled over the garden’s green face.
The scenery was set, like a stage for a king,
To welcome the wonder that your life would bring.
And oh, you were precious, a sight to behold,
With a beauty and sweetness that never grows old.
Today you are gentle, a soul kind and wise,
With the love of all nature clear in your eyes.
Whether crafting new worlds in a Minecraft domain,
Or excelling at tasks with your brilliant brain,
There is nothing, dear grandson, you cannot achieve—
You’re a marvel of talent, if you just believe.
Our love for you stretches past horizons unseen,
Far deeper than oceans, more vibrant and green.
On this peaceful birthday, let happiness bloom,
Like the yellow trumpets that chased away gloom.
May your years be as many as stars in the blue—
Happy Birthday, dear one; we are so proud of you!
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water bucket release!
pixilated farm and a castle too
teeny fuzzy boxes of green, red and blue
minecraft fever enticing both me and you
my sheep are wandering, what do I do?
inviting friends now, of course, just a few.
my computer prowess has quickly grew
the grass is green, and the air is azure blue
a pixilated farm and a castle too
My village is alive and well
My sheep are bleating
I have discovered diamonds in my cave
Someone calls me for supper.
Not now Mom!
I am in the throes of happiness
Inside my pixelated city
A new enemy is attacking.
“Dinner is ready!”
Whatever we are having will have to wait.
Minecraft is delightfully relaxing.
I am joyful as I annihilate the enemy.
Score!
Mom comes to my room.
Why do you waste so much time on that game?
Think Super Mario Mom.
She looks at me.
Rolls her eyes and leaves.
I knew I would get her with that one.
I just got Minecraft,
Expected such daft,
Then I saw the fun...
I punched at trees,
Dirt to my knees,
Slaughtering oak and spruce...
Got bored,
But adored,
The great Mineplex indeed...
I started playing Bridges,
Mined across ridges,
Still I loved the Mineplex...
I used to be a newbie,
PVP I started newly,
How I died everyday...
I came a customer to the respawn,
I went back to survival, built a lawn...
I made a base,
Drenched in sweat from my face,
I still didn't understand...
I picked and picked,
Clicking nice and slick,
Until I found some diamonds!
I delved deep,
Avoiding creeks,
But then I started too hear...
A great loud hssss,
Of which I dismissed,
Then a great loud KABOOM
Minecraft is a block game,
Now Mojang is full of fame.
I like to sheer sheep,
Then they take a leap.
Then i take their wool,
No its not cruel.
There are creepers at night,
They fill me with fright.
Then when the sun goes up,
Then they burn, yup
The skeletons drop their arrow,
Then I quickly fly to them like a sparrow.
I respawn,
Just to see another dawn,
I train,
Not knowing if something I will gain,
I fight,
Only to be bested by others' might,
I die,
As I wave my finale bye-byes,
Some days,
I swear,
I'm walking right into the beast's lair,
PvP,
It will soon be the death of me
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