I would take the sound of,

Whales moaning,

A night owls beak chomping on a worm,

Swords thrashing against each other,

And a raindrop hitting a puddle of sorrow.

I would take smell of,

Christmas pudding inflamed,

The salty sent of the sea,

Mcdonalds making a big mac with extra cheese,

And a lily blooming in the summer breeze.

I would take the sight of,

Waves crashing against the sand backs as strong as a whale,

Clouds moving slowly across the baby blue sky,

The English flag dancing in the wind,

And a city’s lamp posts lighting up the street.

I would take the taste of,

Skips melting on your tongue,

The taste of hot chocolate warming up your mouth,

Fluffy marshmallows softening your tongue,

And water trickling down your throat as it relieves you.