We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find.
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
I am round as a bowl, deep as a tub, but all the world's water couldn't fill me up.
It's the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form but fresh
I am the greatest teacher out of them all, but alas in the end I kill my pupils.
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!