I would take the sound of,

My rabbits noring on crip,carrots

Or my mum chopping vegetables,

Mabey clouds swishing through the clouds.

I would take the sight of,

A pure dove fluttering above the ocean

Or the gold from the bottom of a rainbow,

Mabey the gliserining hot sun is melting.

I would take the smell of,

A luscious lemon zest being juiced,

Flickering flame of a cinnamon and

 cranberry candle dripping down a pot.

I would take the taste,

 of crunchy,curly mcdonalds chips 

Fried juicy nuggets and a big mack 

Washed down with cold cola.