I built my streets without any stone, I hold a C at my heart alone. Add a bit of pity, and I show PITY, Swap my start for P, and I turn PRETTY

The hills had an argument and left me between them. Trees moved in, mist forgot to leave. I keep a little green tucked below the commotion. Even the wind lowers its voice when passing through.

You can travel around me just by wandering the earth. The famous Trotters wear me proudly in their name to show their basketball worth. I am Shakespeare’s historic stage, a glass light fixture, and a perfect geometric sphere. I am the very map of the world, yet I can mean any round object found right here. What am I?

I sit beside the river flow, I also make your savings grow. One holds water, one holds cash, Same word, two jobs in a flash.

I have no shape of my own to display, yet I can carve mountains and wash shores away.