I would take the seven wonders and stuff them in a worn bag.​

I would take the noise of a drawing pencil and store it in my memory.

I would take the vast country side and make a rainbow of it.

I would take the surprise when you open a new box.

I would take the colours of the magical blue of the everyday sky.

I would take smell of freshly cut grass like hugging a pillow.

I would take the colours of a sunset and watch them turn into jet black.

I would take the pain when you lose your best art.

I would watch the waves curl and smash on the rocks, like a hand, till sundown.