Answer:
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
What has 4 legs in the morning, 2 legs in the evening and 3 legs in the night?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.