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
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
Two men walk into a restaurant. One man orders H2O. The second man says, “I will have H2O too.” The second man dies. How come the second man dies?
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?