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 walked 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