Harvest Poem

In my family
I'm known as the farming Queen
For in our Minecraft LANs and Realms
I farm with splendour
Crafting spectacular scenes
An above ocean farm, going on for miles
Friends with the Nethervillage residents, that was dropped on the next farm
A giant flower shape, growing higher in the sky
An eight-story greenhouse (with more below the surface)

Yet with updates, so many updates
Of our beloved game
My computer, so old it is
Cannot run the same
No more can I play Minecraft
On this old PC
Harvesting my crops
Is, for now, a simple dream