In the heart of the jungle, a shadow moves,
Graceful and silent, with eyes that soothe.
A guardian of nature, fierce and bold,
Wrapped in a cloak of orange and gold.

Through the dense forest, it prowls alone,
A spirit of mystery, wild and unknown.
Each step a whisper, each roar a song,
In the symphony of life, where it belongs.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, watchful gaze,
It dances through the night’s endless maze.
A symbol of courage, of power untamed,
In the stories of old, forever named.

In its eyes, the secrets of the earth reside,
A keeper of dreams where hopes abide.
The tiger, majestic, in its silent might,
A beacon of strength in the velvet night.