more like the tree

for the relief of her unbearable urge, she decided to get a snack. to make herself feel better about this caving in she decided she would walk to get the snack thus burning a portion of the calories consumed. she already felt better. she walked past a bush bursting with folding flowers and she looked at the fluff filling the cerulean sky. clouds she found she loved almost as much as snacks (though not quite as much it should be noted). how many calories are in a cloud? she found herself wondering. what does a cloud taste like? what would it feel like to lay in bed with a cloud? catch a movie, eat a pint? would the cloud cuddle you back? she always found herself toying with such thoughts, like, does alphabet soup ever want to spell itself out? and what would it say? "don't eat me!"? as she was thinking of other things the letters might want to arrange, she tripped on a root that had forced itself out of the concrete. "ouch" she said. and then she thought, did that hurt the tree as much as it hurt me? to be safe she said sorry and gave the tree a gentle pat. she noticed how firm it was. she looked at its slender branches. and then she wondered why she couldn't be more like the tree. the tree didn't struggle with wanting too much. why did she?