With atomic number five, you take your place.
A metalloid, you stand alone,
A bridge between the metals, strong and known.
Your crystals, black and shimmer bright,
A symbol of strength, and pure delight.
In borax, you lend your cleansing hand,
To purify and beautify the land.
From borosilicate glass, so clear and fine,
To boric acid, a gentle, soothing shine.
You serve us well, in countless ways,
A hidden hero, through the passing days.
In rockets soaring to the sky,
In fertilizers, helping plants to thrive.
Your presence, though unseen, is felt so deep,
A fundamental element, secrets to keep.
So raise a glass, to Boron, true and bold,
A story of science, forever to be told.
From the smallest atom to the grandest star,
Your contributions, forever near and far.