If I were requested 

to create a treasure 

I would take:

The sight of 

A lightning bolt getting sent down from Zeus,

A wish made to kill a king

And the red lava flowing like a nosebleed.

The taste of

A piece of low gravity crumbling in your mouth like a cookie,

A gingerbread chomped

And the fresh pizza coming out of the oven.

The sound of

A distant lion roaring through your eardrums,

A yodel from the top of the Eiffel Tower

And a creaking door opening by itself.

The smell of 

A fresh croissant coming from the bakery,

A piece of gas from the petrol station

And a homemade cookie fresh from the oven.

The touch of

A leaf hitting your face,

Your reflection high-fiving you

And the pages of your book slapping your hand