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.
Made of earth,