Slow and sturdy and also lively, Lived for centuries but not ready to party. Enjoyed slow walks and also munching daily

I will suck you in. Spaghetti for lunch. Gravity? Well I have a bunch. Time dilates, much like an eye. Get too close and say goodbye.

I swallow the unwary, but have no mouth. I hold you fast, but have no hands. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink. What am I?

Steam me, boil me, Drench me in the soil. Fry me, dye me, Add spices and oil.

I am the land’s unspoken vein, that carries life through the hills and plains. I bear the weight of trade and time, then meet the sea in steady line.