My first half sounds like a chunk of the ‘ol block. My second half, is a spiritual man of silence

Change my first to a D, and you might have dinged your car. Change the first two to PU, and I hope the ball goes far. Change the last to EW, and it's something Spring does to trees. Leave me alone, and you better get me in on time, as banks don't play games.

Some grow on trees Some are the size of peas Some dangle under a forked trunk Some act like a crazy drunk But, if you’re hungry and don’t want to eat junk, let me offer you a handful of deez

Beside the road but made for feet, I’m smoother ground for calm retreat. Paved or tiled, I edge the way A safer stretch for your next day. What am I?

It carries you across the ground, a silent chaperone to every step, hugging the terrain while keeping your tread pristine.