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.