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. its our year, it always was.

Credentials:

Made of earth,

Drinks water,

Breathes air,

Makes fire.