If I were summoned,

to create a treasure,

I would take:

The silent sound of busy working wings of a bee,

the rapidly snapping claws of a crab,

the sound of birds tweeting in the morning.

The first ever raindrop from the rainforest,

The sight of seeing your first icicle,

A single grain of sand from one of great yarmouth’s beaches.

The first sight of a never ending sinkhole of death,

Hail falling from the sky like pebbles of ice,

And a pinch of mud from a landslide.

The bone from a long extinct bird like creature,

and a single column from the circular Colosseum,

The crown from Egyptian King Tutankhamun.

A scrap of the first ship to land on mars,

a star from the first constellation,

and a pinch of stardust from the milky way.

Three of everything in the bears house ruined,

the bleat of goats wanting to cross a bridge,

 and the howl of a wolf chasing the girl in red.