In the heart of the earth, a treasure lies,
Gleaming like the morning sun’s rise.
Threads of gold interlace the night,
Turning darkness into light.

Beneath the soil, deep and cold,
Lies the secret of ancient gold.
A silent witness to time’s embrace,
Held within nature’s hidden place.

The alchemist’s dream, a monarch’s crown,
Gold’s allure has never worn down.
From empires lost to tales of old,
Lives are changed in the quest for gold.

In every grain, a story told,
Of lives touched by the charm of gold.
Its shimmer speaks of dreams unrolled,
And hearts forever to its magic sold.