For everything there’s a rhyme and a reason

For everything there’s a rhyme and a reason.
Like unripened grapes that are still on the vine.
The answers we seek each have their own season.
And only are ready each in their own time.
Each of our lives are so complicated.
Words cannot possibly fill every need.
Kindness and love are way underrated.
A bountiful harvest starts with one seed.
I’d love to help people find all of the reasons.
I’d give all the answers if answers were mine.
If writing would let me help one single person.
The reasons would justify writing this rhyme.