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.