Where I am looking, matters (poem)

Last week, I had watched few excited kids climb a low tree, from distance.
Each time I crossed that tree during my walk, it drew my attention for few seconds.
Today, I stepped closer, sat uncomfortably on a low branch and saw ants, algae, rough branches.
It was only when I looked up that I saw the beauty; suddenly the dull sky was painted alive by dancing leaves.
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Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)