The Trove Of Gold Poem by Gerry Legister

A rare supernova
Gold is an element,
Such strange phenomena.

Some have in abundance,
Enough before they die,
Others have no resemblance.

Question the absence of why,
Stages of life merge into nothing,
Insufficient to explain before we die.

How the gold evolves,
And remains on earth, an enigma,
light as luckless loves.

A fusion of neutron and protons,
make the sparkly metal
a rarity of Intense collisions.

The trove of gold can be found,
Mainly in sentiments, we own,
A collection of bricks and stone.