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.


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