If I were called
to create a treasure,
I would take:
The sound of
A plate smashing on the hard kitchen floor,
A brutal beast growling under your bed
And the throaty bark from a badly behaved bulldog echoing down Jethro Street.
The touch of
A grain of sand from the ground of Blackpool Beach,
The cold air from Neptune
And the burning fire from the Sun dripping like lava boiling out of Mt. Vesuvius.
The scent of
Freshly baked cookies marching out of the hot sauna,
The sweet smell of strawberries floating in the air, leaking from the Jo Malone candle
And a twirling tulip twisting like a pretty ballerina.
The taste of
A cheeky chocolate cake made with your grandmother’s love,
A silly slice of cheesy pizza made in the fireplaces of Italy
And the sour drop of lemon squeezing onto your tongue.
The sight of
My friends supporting me through every tough challenge,
My hard work being praised with a little sticker at the bottom of the page
And a sausage dog with cute eyes sitting on my doorstep.