I can be a type of shot in pool or the edge of a river where you can stay cool. I’m a better place than a mattress to store your money or what a movie might make if it is epically funny.

Stress my ending and I will leave without a care. Stress my beginning and nothing will grow.

Nestled in valleys, Whispers of life tell stories, Cobblestones echo.

I lie where life should perish fast, Yet in my bounds, green shadows last. A mirror born of desert’s sigh, Where weary feet and camels lie. What am I?

I am not a common word, But I am a common way to get from place to place, More specifically, from rock face to rock face, Or how a bridge may span a gully. My head and tail are a beloved alien, in reverse, My inner is a group of party animals, aglow, And my whole form kinda rhymes with, the line two lines ago.