If i were summoned
To create a treasure
I would take:
The sight of
The claws of a crested eagle grabbing its prey,
The wings of a dove scaring through the air
And the feather of a blue jay slowly falling to the ground.
The sound of cars passing,
A mountain zebra crying,
AN Arctic wolf howling
And the last sound of a soul.
The taste of the lemon sorbet as the day dies in the summer,
Playing sport in a hot summer
And a box of white, creamy chocolate waiting for you on the table.
The smell of the furious field as it drown the pink roses,
The scent of an old book
And a lavender candle.
The touch of
The pattering rain on my shoulder,
The grass beside me when I lie in my field
And the lovely flowers swaying in the light breeze.