Where elements reside,
Lies sulfur, with its golden art,
A nonmetal, brimmed with pride.
Its symbol, an 'S', etched in fame,
Atomic number sixteen,
With six electrons, it plays a game,
Creating bonds that intrigue.
In nature's realm, it finds its place,
In minerals, rocks, and soil,
A versatile element, with a face
That shows both fire and toil.
A pale yellow, its color stands,
With a brittle, crystalline form,
Its essence spreads across faraway lands,
A presence, both potent and warm.
In life's grand symphony, it plays a role,
In enzymes, proteins, and scent,
A catalyst that fuels the growth of soul,
A building block, divine and intent.
When burned, its dance creates a sight,
A brilliant blue flame, intense,
With a choking odor, in flight,
A spectacle, both fierce and immense.
For centuries, it's served humankind,
In medicine, and alchemy too,
In vulcanizing rubber, we find,
A transformative touch, through and through.
So let us praise this element of grace,
Sulfur, with its multifaceted guise,
A chemical marvel, nature's embrace,
In the poetic realm, it vitalizes.