Ok, I'll try a poem. First try. Hope you like.
Spawning in a newly formed land.
Not a single item in your hand.
You go out searching for trees and supplies.
It will soon be night, you don't want to die.
You gather the wood, for supplies and tools,
Without them, you'd be a fool.
The animals are out, and making a sound,
Not a single monster to be found.
You build a house in a flat spot.
Truely a brilliant plot.
The ground is good for farming,
And the sea breeze is calming.
The House is built, and secure against attack,
The Night begins and you watch your back.
With supplies from before, you make a bed,
A place to lie your weary head.
The Morning comes, the sun shining bright,
You went through the dark without a Fight.
Outside the world looks fine,
There is a scent, of fresh pine.
You look out at the day,
And you say,
"What a wonderful world!"
Fin. Hoped you like, please give diamonds if you did.