If I were summonded

to create a treasure

I would take:

The crash of lightning hitting a rocky road

the sudden gunshot sound of a can opening

the choon of dynamite sizziling in a blockbuster film.

The saucey smell of pasta from a five star restaraunt

the milky chocolate wafting into my nose

cotton candy drifting around the aroma.

The uneven bumps on various lego’s

the first touch of me and my mum hugging

and sand betwwen my toes.

Seeing my family since march 6th

the beatiful but sometimes ugly look of mountians

the beatiful sight of the pesky, disgusting covid-19 leaving the world’s atmosphere.