Nida, if you go first and reach for the fruit; I’ll shake the tree.
Do a little dance; I’ll add some music.
Move in the direction of your dreams, even though at first nothing seems to happen; I’ll align the stars, butter your bread, connect the dots, trim the hedge, move some mountains, float the boat, and see you at the ball.
Metaphorically. Except for seeing you at the ball.
If you go first,