Moonlit Whisper

Verse 1: In the realm of elements, where atoms roam free There’s a noble gas, with a story to be Radon, the last of the group, so rare and so grand Its presence is fleeting, like a ghost in the land Chorus: Group 18, the noble gases, so calm and so bright Radon and xenon, dancing through the night In this symphony of elements, they take their rightful place As the protectors of the periodic table, with grace Verse 2: Xenon, the sixth of the group, with an aura so grand Its presence is elegant, like a dancer In the world of gases, it stands tall and so proud As if it were the king, of this noble crowd