Beauty or ugly

I can see the ugly parts, I’m not blind
Walking on the street, resisting the wind
Of rude and non-sens words and looks
Poor humans, non-readers of books
Amused by local jokes and rumors
They’re calling each other „losers”

I can’t change them, nothing can
Just themselves, some began
Others sit and wait for tomorrow
Having in eyes a kind of sorrow
Losing the battle, they can’t focus
On what’s worthy to gain bonus

I bring the beauty when it’s sold out
Enjoying music by singing so loud
I’m happy in nature, into the woods
Not interested of material goods
Running naked, having no doubt
Found my seed and I just sprout!