In the heart of the earth, where secrets lie cold,
There shines a treasure, a story untold.
Gleaming gold, a beacon so bright,
Whispering tales in the silence of night.

Beneath the mountains, deep and old,
Lies the magic of gold, a beauty to behold.
In rivers and streams, it glistens and gleams,
A symbol of dreams, and all it redeems.

Through ages and eras, kingdoms have sought,
The golden allure, for which battles were fought.
It adorns the crowns, and gilds the thrones,
A testament to power, that history owns.

Yet gold is more than just wealth and pride,
It’s the warmth in the sun, where shadows hide.
A promise of hope, in its radiant glow,
The timeless gold, forever will flow.