If I were summoned,

to create a treasure,

I would take:

The wonderful sight  of the majestic, patterned feathers of a peacock rising up to the midday sun.

A lovely sight of a wild Golden Pheasant gliding tree to tree,

and the calming feel of a stroke of a cockatiels feathers as it gazes up at me.

A feel of succession as I gasp for breath at the peak of Machu Picchu while my legs feel like jelly.

Curious Pictures being taken at the leaning tower of Pisa,

and the excitement being spread at the Sydney Opera house.

Exciting adventures sitting on top of a pair of frozen skis that look like it’s been in the arctic,

and an aged, broken metal mask that looks like it came from the year 647.