In ancient days of yore, a legend was born,
Of a goddess fair, with grace to adorn.
Nu Wa, the divine, her beauty untold,
A creator supreme, her powers unfold.

From the depths of chaos, she emerged in light,
A celestial maiden, a beacon so bright.
With the body of a serpent, a tail of a fish,
She shaped the world with her divine wish.

Her hands molded clay with delicate care,
Breathed life into statues, love in the air.
Each figure she crafted, a soul to imbue,
Humanity's essence, a creation anew.

Nu Wa, the weaver, her kindness profound,
A heart filled with empathy, love tightly wound.
When calamity struck, and the heavens cried,
She...