If I were summoned

To create a treasure

I would take:

The sound of,

An ear-splitting,trembly screech from a whistle,

The soothing roar of a puppy able to calm anyone,

And the solid stomps of a giant,wondering.

The touch of,

The rough scales of dragon,wiggling caused by panic,

The round claws of a baby bear sinking on your skin,

And flick of a panda’s circle-like ears.

The smell of,

A fresh book and the clean air tapping inside your nose,

A new beginning,

Lilac petals descending down.

The taste of

A greasy,meaty burger tanning on a grill,

A can of sprite sizzling to escape,

And the chocolate liquid dissolves,staining my tongue.

The sight of

The different characteristics crowding me,

The footsteps of a greedy,goblin seeking for revenge,

And all the enchantment,magic and wonder of a young imagination.