"the most delicious fruit"

A perfectly-manicured crescent moon hung in the predawn sky this morning, reminding me for reasons I don't quite know of a poem my younger son wrote when he was nine:

THE VERY BIG TREES

The very big trees
Are in my backyard.
I visit them every day
So they won't get lonely.
They give me shade
And keep me dry from rain.
I can climb them
And get delicious fruit --
The most delicious fruit.                 -- Ives Fisher