World

In a vegitable field. A row of vines trailing upward along half-rotten wooden poles. On each, you find fresh-green swords of hulls, richly pregnant. Pick one. Open it up. Whitish green pearls of peas neatly tucked in. Pick one out. Put it in your mouth and chew. It's sweet. A slight scent of raw wilderness spreads in your mouth. You are sensing a bit of everything.
Along a narrow path to the graveyard. A row of tea trees deserted and half-drowned in weeds. On each, you find shiny, green young leaves on top. Pick soft one. put it in your mouth and chew. It's bitter. A crude flavor of life runs through your nostrils. You are sensing a bit of everything.