You realise a few things about life and its absolute magic
What seems so unruly, ugly, and so replulsive in its being
Transforms into something that makes your senses come alive
The gentle hint of its earthen aroma, subtly reminds of childhood memories
Then when you had eaten mud, but don't remember having done so
The mind was not as keen to remember as a child
But your taste buds remember it all too well
The colour it leaves behind, as you bite into its gentle flesh
The richness, unfathomable depth, and its wash a hint of pink hues
It is like the rush of urges of youthfulness that was forgotten
Where love was pinkest and the lust ran deep red
The sweetness it imparts in every bite of its soft morsels
Awakens a thought of how judgemental we have become growing up
What we percieve as a generic root and a mediocre vegetable
Has made us feel so undeniably wrong on a hungry stomach
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