Green Is Only a Color

Who is to say the young is unripe?
At what time in the season does its freshness peak?
For I wish to harvest it then,
If it is early, so be it,
If it is late, so be it,
But in this season the rains have come early,
And this is the season of eternity,
Who can blame me for wanting the choicest fruit?
They would do the same,
If they knew where to look,
But as for me, I have found my fruit,
And who is to question that?