If I were summoned
To create a treasure,
I would take:
A cats cunning brain,
The speed of a peregrine falcon
And the power of a raging storm.
The hard shell of a snail,
The strength from granite
and the sharp teeth from a dinosaur.
The heat of the sun,
The smell of a summer’s day
And the taste of soft ice cream.
The softness of sand,
The sound of another day breaking
And the laughter of the clown.
If I were summoned
to create a treasure,
I would take:
The magical horn of a unicorn,
The stealthiness of Batman,
And the strength of the Hulk.
The speed of asteroids zooming onto planets,
The power of Poseidon,
And the accuracy of Hawkeye.
The brain of the smartest person ever,
The power of Thanos with all 6 stones,
And a scale of a magical dragon.
The height of a skyscraper,
The roundness of a perfect drawn circle,
And the flick of a witch’s potion.
If I were told
to create a treasure,
I would take:
The horn of a unicorn,
The last song of a robin
And the snap of a lobster’s claw.
The shadows from a dark night,
The smile from the Mona Lisa
And the nuts and bolts from the Eiffel tower.
The clap of thunder from a storm,
The tick of a clock
And a twig from a great oak tree.
The first tooth of a baby,
A spark of magic from a wizards wand,
The colors of a rainbow
And chip from a once proud vase.
The first brown spot of a banana,
A bolt of lightning from the eye of a storm,
The first drop of rain
And a spring from a mattress.
A toenail of a witch,
The smell of a flower,
The taste of fresh apple pie,
A diamond big enough to live inside of
And a feather of an eagle.
If I were summoned
To create treasure
I would take:
The scream of a dolphin,
The howl of a wolf,
The bark of a dog,
The meow of a cat,
The squeaked squeak of a hamster,
The scurrying of a rat,
The wheel of a bike,
The wheel of a car,
The wheel of a scooter,
The taste of a steak,
The taste of a shepherd pie,
The taste of a chicken,
The taste of a chocolate bar,
The taste of a ice cream,
The taste of a chewy sweet,
The smell of fresh air,
The smell of my mum cooking,
The smell of my dad cooking.
If I were told
to create a treasure,
I would take:
The horn of a unicorn,
The last song of a robin
And the snap of a lobster’s claw.
The shadows from a dark night,
The smile from the Mona Lisa
And the nuts and bolts from the Eiffel tower.
The clap of thunder from a storm,
The tick of a clock
And a twig from a great oak tree.
The first tooth of a baby,
A spark of magic from a wizards wand,
The colors of a rainbow
And chip from a once proud vase.
The first brown spot of a banana,
A bolt of lightning from the eye of a storm,
The first drop of rain
And a spring from a mattress.
A toenail of a witch,
The smell of a flower,
The taste of fresh apple pie,
A diamond big enough to live inside of
And a feather of an eagle.
If I rose from the dead
To manufacturer my treasure,
I would take:
A way to stop all of the wars happening
The ability to go back in time to save lives,
The superpower to make people immortal
And I’d have speed of lightning to save countless lives
A vaccine for the coronavirus
The knowledge so i can end world hunger,
The power so i could end racism
And more money so i can give everyone a home
A way to allow football fans into the stadiums
The ability to put a smile on everyone’s face,
The command to give people forgiveness
And the authority to make people happy
A second chance to all who are filled with goodness
The chance to make some people’s day,
The capability to tell the truth all the time
And best of all for everyone to be full of joy.
If I were summoned
to create a treasure,
I would take:
The bone of a parasaur,
A cluster of an emerald vein,
And the tooth of a megalodon,
An orb of telekinesis,
A collection of pearls,
And a never ending chain of joy,
A human sized spider web,
The petal of a flame lily,
And a rock of healing powers,
A skeleton leaf,
A ghost apple,
And a flamingo ice sculpture,
Volcanic ash,
Moon rock,
And an asteroid chunk,
A gold coin,
An old peseta,
And a king George V sovereign.
If I were told to
Create a treasure
I would take:
Eyes of an eagle,
wings of a phoenix,
and the sight of an
Owl.
Possessive songs of the lost,
Candy floss looking
Cloud, and a star
to guide me.
An antique stopwatch
Horn of a unicorn
and the fur of a wolf.
The rough scales of a
Mermaid,the hair of a
Leprechaun,and the blood of
Of a fox.
Potions,
Spices or herbs
And gold and rubies
If I were able to make a treasure chest,
I would put in it:
The feeling of laying on a new carpet,
The sound of birds singing early in the morning,
And the feeling of playing in the rain,
The sound of popping candy quietly popping in your mouth,
The feeling of knowing you have a well connected friendship,
And the sight of a blossom falling from the sky,
The feeling of putting your foot into a new pair of shoes,
The smell of freshly baked muffins,
And the sight of happiness erupting onto a small child’s face,
The taste of a full English,
The feeling of cooling down on a summer’s day,
And the sound of laughter coming from an audience,
The smell of freshly cut grass,
The sound of rainfall tapping on your windows,
And the sight of wildlife constantly popping around,
The feeling of success after a lot of exercise,
The sudden surprise of remembering its Saturday,
And the company of friends and family.
Through the blue door,
There was a bright blue world of water full of fish.
Through the blue door,
There was a room of paper ready to give people cuts.
Through the blue door,
There was a room of money ready to be spent.
Through the blue door,
There was a world of COVID 19 wanting to infect humanity.
Through the blue door,
There was a world of sanitiser to help fight off germs.
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