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.