Hello. I would like to share a short poem that I made for fun about Cubecraft and the dreams that people find and pursue while playing it. Here it is:
Smelling smoke I see it there,
The fire that was made, I see it rise,
I see it grow; the people gather.
They wonder if it should be put out.
But they do dare not, for it warms them so.
But I see it though.
The smoke is stifling, a real danger to be fought;
Though the burn does not seem to be a foe.
As I retreat into the air, it dims in light,
And then I see so many more, they gather all around,
And only now do I remember, that mine was just a spark
From the heart of the our greatest might,
Turning and churning in his grave, he is the one that lights the dark
He is the one that keeps us firmly on our ground.
His light we stole, the fires with which we lit;
Yet we mustn't feel ashamed for we've done,
Droop below our feet and wait for out time to come,
For knew not, we simply felt it.
And that is all there is.
Smelling smoke I see it there,
The fire that was made, I see it rise,
I see it grow; the people gather.
They wonder if it should be put out.
But they do dare not, for it warms them so.
But I see it though.
The smoke is stifling, a real danger to be fought;
Though the burn does not seem to be a foe.
As I retreat into the air, it dims in light,
And then I see so many more, they gather all around,
And only now do I remember, that mine was just a spark
From the heart of the our greatest might,
Turning and churning in his grave, he is the one that lights the dark
He is the one that keeps us firmly on our ground.
His light we stole, the fires with which we lit;
Yet we mustn't feel ashamed for we've done,
Droop below our feet and wait for out time to come,
For knew not, we simply felt it.
And that is all there is.
