Her skin glows like the moon from whom she is descended.
Her eyes are like huge green pools.
Still but, who knows what is swimming beneath,
do your thoughts swim like the water folk?
Are they kind, gentle, wise?
So thin, so frail like the grass that grows in the meadow that is her name sake,
It is a wonder she does not sway or simply drift away when the wind blows...
This one happened because I couldn't sleep!
I have to give some credit to my daughter for this one because, she helped me with the names and we worked together a little on the mythology of the planet Two Moons.