Chemistry
She's the mother of all sciences,
Her kids are comforting and bright;
Sometimes stare tedious and gloomy.
Yet they're the remedy to mysteries;
She's from an environment of stillness;
She peeps simply and tricky.
Her scripts are twinkling and fair;
With her the Shangri-la is flawless.
Snappy she functions at times,
But her slab is logical and sound;
Arrange in a meaningful trend,
And It's the gate to her mind.
Glance! Her siblings are envious;
For she's everything they yearn and gasp.
Fairly, the heart of glittering facts,
Borld's model cueing me of her sight.
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