text: Somebody walked on a virgin 
  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. Its our year, it always was
  Credentials:
  Made of earth
  Drinks water
  Breathes air
  Makes fire