an insignificant puddle, muddy water and rotting leaves - they were once beautiful, green, then yellow and now... or were they? were they beautiful or are they still ... incredibly, intensely, impossibly ... beautiful?

when i notice the sky's reflection, the water is no longer muddy. when i see the still vibrant colors, the leaves are no longer rotting.

did the puddle suddenly change its appearance? or did i open my mind to its beauty?