In 1817, my presence was revealed

“It shall be named after ‘Lithos,’” my finder said 

With my discovery, his ego was fed

And my desire to be found was finally healed


In my normal state, I am as lustrous as a shield 

Combined with fire, I glow a burning red

When I’m mixed with water, my surroundings become dead 

And so I am stored in a way that’s concealed


In a rather quick manner, I was put to good use

My abilities and power helped make me well-known 

Without me, technology would be under review

I help give those who need it energy juice

This trait is wonderful for charging your phone

I am a replenisher of life; I make things new

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