In the beginning of Life's creation, when Twashtri (the Divine Artificer) came to the creation of woman, he found that he had exhausted all his materials in the making of Man and that no solid elements were left or available. 

Not knowing what to do, he decided to meditate for some time for finding some solution to the vexed issue. 

After profound meditation, he did as follows :  

He took the rotundity of the moon, and the curves of the creepers,  and the clinging of tendrils,  and the trembling of grass,  and the slenderness of the reed,  and the bloom of flowers,  and the lightness of leaves,  and the tapering of the elephant's trunk,  and the glances of deer,  and the joyous gaiety of sunbeams,  and the weeping of clouds,  and the fickleness of the winds,  and the timidity of the hare, and the vanity of the peacock,  and the softness of the parrot's bosom, and the sweetness of honey,  and the cruelty of the tiger, and the fury of the hell,  and the warm glow of fire,  and the coldness of snow,  and the chattering of sparrows,  and the cooing of the humming bird,  and the grace of the crane,  and finally the fidelity of the chakravaka - And compounding (mixing) all these together,  he made woman and gave her to man !

" O Woman, how should I show my appreciation to the ONE, who has created you with perfection ?  If He is the creator, you are the recreator and a gift to Mankind !!