Mine

Lies a trove unseen by sunlit eye.

A labyrinth of darkness, a miner's domain,

Where dreams and toil entwine in refrain.

Pickaxes ring in rhythm with the heart,

Echoes of labor, a timeless art.

Through veins of ore and caverns deep,

Hope flickers in the dark, secrets to keep.

Each stone a story, each gem a gleam,

In the quiet chambers of a miner's dream.

Hands weathered, faces lined with time,

Digging for treasures, pure and prime.

Oh mine, where echoes of past reside,

You hold the tales of those who've tried.

In your depths, courage and grit combine,