The Puzzle

Running through a field, it's exhilarating. When you hit the center, it's so wide. Nothing but the tall green of it. Swear by the curvature of the earth, so open and ready to fall in on top of you. So it does. Push down a hole in ground and fly through crust at breakneck speed. This must be what it feels like to a worm. Surely they experience their own perspective at a much more rapid pace than the birds eye view we have. Loping along in strides that can reach over 1000 millimeters at a good pace. So cry out, but it won't stop, and no one is around who would care enough to help. And even if they did, they wouldn't really know how. They could only pretend. Though even that would help so much.