The bank in my school

Rivers converge
In this building-
Thirsting for leaves
That hang on the vault. Gasping
Rivers hungry for breath as
They flow into cemented cracks,
"Where is the root, the
Fountain of youth, where
Is the stranger
Manning our loot?"
Rivers are vexing sweating
Weary morbid
Creeping
Sluggishly on their beds.
"Run with the winds
Bring me a fish, throw
In a coin, we'll grant you your
Wish"
A million gold coins in the River
Yet the priest will give us none.