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We are not these
pondered petals, which are neither
cobbled brick nor thick as these
lush and wandering trees.
We are not this
breeze, or these breathed
cotton clouds passing like vapor,
or the taper of stone walls stretching.
We are not that
fetching song of sparrow or
some swallowed buzz of bee,
or the droning lawnmower’s preen.
………..Are we not more
………………and less and all things
…………………………….in between?
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Written for Quickly, Day 28.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
I’d argue that we ARE! If we choose to see and be. But yes, the last three lines sums it up perfectly – all things between!