If I were summoned

 to create a treasure,

I would take:

The feeling of

Drinking hot chocolate on a cold day.

Biting into a soft roasted marshmallow

And having the last slice of pizza.

The smell of 

a freshly baked gingerbread man,

a lit candle,

And being outside after being inside

The sound of

The song 2002,  

A whale singing 

And a hummingbird humming.

The taste of 

 A juicy orange

A bowl of haluski sitting before my eyes 

And  the bursting flavor in the rusty ribs.

The touch of  

My hand moving uncontrollably  on to the speaker,

The hard splash on my vibrating hand,

And the hard slap on a ruler