I would take the sight of

A thoughtful tree dancing in the strong winds,

The dull street you saw many years ago,

and the leaves running from the oak tree.

I would take the sound of

my cousins joyfulness and terrified tears,

The wind pushing the clouds,

lava launching itself through the sky.

I would take the smell of

of happiness shimmying up my spine,

the sunset enjoying the view of the sea dancing, the dog running from the picture it’s trapped in.

I would take the taste of

the moon cooking spicy chicken,

the chick running from the oven,

ducklings hating by the picnic.

I would take the touch of

the quickest eagle in in the solar system,

the flying diamond dancing though the night 

lightness beaming though the great nights darkness.