This Is How a Road Gets Made

Somebody walked on a virgin (land).

Someone else saw their tracks and followed them Leaving a path.

It seemed as though I were looking down the hill When I first saw it

But, as I waled on, I realized I was going up.

Somebody whistled behind and turning round

They seemed far below.

Then I came to where there had been a fire

And was shaded

From the sun by the trees.

Figure of eight, it's our year, it always was.

Credentials:

Made of earth,

Drinks water,

Breathes air,

Makes fire.