Is that what the conifer might have spoken if it would have a human voice?

Parasitic I have been myself ever so often. Fed and stuffed by others with goodies and hours of work in front of the stove. Seating myself for a deserved meal I would lick my lips for and rub my belly. Countless times not caring for the efforts of others. Maybe some cried into the soups or even spit in them... others cut hardheartedly the meat in pieces angrily throwing it into the pan and again those who caressed berries and gently poured melted chocolate into the form with closed eyes while inhaling the scents.

... Remembering looks who accused me of being parasitic ... me, looking down and ashamed for being such an absent guest and eating myself into oblivion like a decadent Roman emperor. Crying inwardly as if someone has robbed me of my innocent pleasures ...

which is why prayers before eating might not be a bad idea and never become an automatic empty ritual.

Thank you - that was a very inspirational free write of yours.