When the sky fractured and rivers ran wild,
Nüwa rose with stones in her hands.
For life, for balance, she mended —
a goddess who feared no chaos, no rift, no end.

The heavens were broken, the world awry,
yet she restored harmony from ruin.
Her fingers patched the sky, her essence steadied the earth,
bringing calm where destruction once reigned.
She did not act for glory —
but for the right to preserve the world.

And from the mountains and rivers, her spirit still flows,
healing, guiding, unbroken.