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, Bohr's model cueing me of her sight. Hey! Hurry up! Leave that childish stuff; Oxygen and Carbon need to welcome us. Carbon-dating and electron configuration is just all.