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.

Snow upon water, long of neck, approach with care, or earn a peck.

Green legs spring with might, Leaping through the summer day, Chirping fills the night. What am I?