For leisure or recreation. Sometimes national treasures, a place for pause, or conservation. A visit here is generally temporary, you can’t stay forever. Mostly you can visit me with ease. Even in urban areas there’s plenty of these, though not always directly for humans finding one will make your errands a breeze.

In Hades' realm, the waters freeze, Where tears of woe dost form the seas. A wailing voice, so loud and chilling, The black stream of contemplating. A circle in the comedy where traitors are beheld, like Brutus, Cassius, and Judas.

In ancient whispers, a river flows, Where memory fades as a cold wind blows. A stream of dreams where past is shed, Calm as the owl, in night's cloak of dread.

I lie between giants, where rivers like to roam. Not a peak, not the sky, but often called their home.

I sit above your home but never touch the ground. I shield you from the rain, yet I’m not an umbrella. I’m found atop the Taj Mahal, but not on the Colosseum or the Great Wall of China. What am I?