This is How a Road Gets Made

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.