Whispers of the Wild
The earth hums low in the quiet dawn,
A melody woven through roots and stone.
The river sings where the rapids dance,
A tune only heard by a listening glance.
The trees sigh soft as the breezes pass,
Leaves like chimes in a sea of grass.
Mountains echo the deep, bold drum,
Beating strong where the wild winds run.
The birds compose in the golden light,
A chorus that carries the hush of night.
Footsteps fade on a forest floor,
Yet the earth still sings forevermore.
So hush, lean close, and let it play,
Nature’s music will never fade away.
Walking Whiskey Bend Trail always feels like stepping into a different realm—one where the world quiets down, and the forest takes the lead. The path curves gently ahead, disappearing into the trees, like it knows a secret it’s waiting for me to discover.
There’s something about this place. The way the wind moves through the branches, carrying the scent of damp earth and cedar. The distant rush of the Elwha river below, steady and strong. Even the soft crunch of gravel under my boots seems to fall into step with the sounds around me. It’s not silence—it’s something deeper, something alive.
Maybe that’s what makes Whiskey Bend special to me. It’s not just a trail; it’s a place that asks me to slow down, to listen. Not just with my ears, but with my whole being. And if I do, I swear I can hear it—the quiet music of the earth, playing all around me.
