I spin and churn, a watery grave, Where ships may falter, and sailors rave. A vortex of power, I draw all near, What am I, that inspires such fear?

As I am, a green symbol of vitality and endurance But swap my second and third, then spell me in reverse and my meaning changes to make something weaker

Avoiding holes can save your life, everyone knows that. But falling down a ANSWER WORD hole may have you wearing a tin foil hat!

No roots I claim, yet still I grow, where waters rest and sunlight shows. A veil of green upon the blue, both a simple life form and ancient too.

Light as air, it dances on the breeze without a care. A gentle touch, like a mother's kiss, on wings of grace, it's pure bliss.