In the heart of the jungle, the tiger roams proud,
With stripes like shadows, it moves without a sound.
Eyes like embers in the twilight’s glow,
A silent whisper in the night’s ebb and flow.

Through dense foliage and ancient trees,
The tiger’s presence is a timeless breeze.
A guardian of secrets, a keeper of lore,
Its spirit echoes through nature’s core.

Strength and grace in every stride,
A symbol of power that cannot be denied.
The jungle’s heartbeat, fierce and true,
The tiger’s legacy in every dew.

As dawn breaks and shadows fade,
The tiger’s spirit will never evade.
An eternal flame in the wilderness deep,
In the soul of the forest, the tiger will keep.