A trail between two points High above valleys and water And could be left in suspension So, to pass the time, how about a game of cards?

In shadows deep, where secrets creep, a keeper of chains and whispered fears. Within its bounds, adventure stirs, yet escape is but a dream that blurs.

I hold the leaves, but have no hand, I'm part of a tree, across the land, And by the bank, I'm often found, a financial strand.

I have trees but sell no wood, I have grass but grow no farm, people spread their blankets on me eat their lunch and come to calm, kids run wild and dogs run free yet no one owns a single tree and in a city full of rush I am the one green breathing hush. What am I

Carved from stone, I reach for the sky, a pointed giant standing by. The ancients raised me, tall and proud, my shadow stretching through the crowd. Four sides taper, meeting as one, I mark great deeds beneath the sun.