Ode to Indium/I climbed the steps and there He stood
Such a rare, fine specimen of metal
Similar in rarity to silver, your cousin
Trapped in your damp, soil dungeon
A lustrous sheen of white and silver so gentle
The contributions you make are only helpful
You dream of becoming a fixture in the garden
Or used to power the man-made sun
Add fire for a blue-violet glow, even if fatal
Despite everything, the beauty you create
The genius of your properties go ignored
You were discovered by chance, not by need
As if crushed by this ache
When roughly touched you become deformed
Your cries forever make you weak