In hidden depths where shadows dwell
Lie whispers of a metal spell,
Glimmers caught in ancient stone,
Treasures bound by Earth alone.
Gold, the sun in captive gleam,
A symbol spun from royal dream,
It dances with a sovereign light,
A legacy of day and night.
Silver streams through lunar beams,
A mirror of ethereal dreams,
Soft and pure, a liquid lace
Reflects the stars a timeless grace.
Platinum, a silent knight
In steadfast hue, both strong and bright,
It guards its worth with subtle might
In crown and ring, a noble sight.
Precious metals, nature’s gift
Through epochs old their splendour swift,
In every gleam, a story told
Of wealth and wonder, pure as gold.
