Answer:
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
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
You need a key to receive an answer from me. The answer you'll find is straight from your mind. What is it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?