Xanthe in a world of gray, Ankle-deep in puddles' play, Sunlit drops in joyous dance, Mirror skies in her expanse. Ripples laugh at her delight, A child of earth and air, so bright, In liquid dreams, she finds her place, Holding clouds in her embrace. Nature's whim, a sweet release, In puddles' hold, her soul finds peace, With every step, a gentle trace, Of happiness reflected on her face.