The Revolving Field

Walking alongside a ploughed field. Felt wonderful just to be alive. I was paying careful attention to the side of the field, watching stones, earth, plants as they passed me by. A round sphere of grass approached jumping around. Thought a rat must be inside but no, it was a kitten. Then I realised that I was standing still and the ploughed field was slowly revolving past me, like a carousel, a massive power being involved.
I then acknowledged that I knew nothing of how the world worked.
Even awake I still wonder . .