You can find me in burgers. You can find me in tacos. I'm not a vegetable. But, I'm also not a fruit. I'd ask you to get into the meat of this riddle. But that's not relevant either, is it?

Hark! Dost thou seek the silent sage, Who whispers wisdom from the page? A kingdom bound in leather's clasp, Where ancient tales are thine to grasp.

My definition is the same, but I'm not the same for everyone. Almost everyone uses me at one point, but I look different based on where you are.

Metal guardian, Guarded while it guards your world. A soft turn, spills secrets.

I grow in the wild, taste clean, and sometimes stamp value into metal.