In the silent depths of emerald dreams,
The tiger prowls with silent grace,
A whisper in the rustling leaves,
Dancing shadows paint his face.

Eyes like embers in the night,
A fiery gaze that sees through fear,
His presence, a symphony of might,
A regal force that draws us near.

Stripes of mystery on golden hue,
The jungle bows to his command,
A gentle strength, a fierce pursuit,
Nature’s rhythm in his hand.

In the heart of the forest’s embrace,
Where time and silence intertwine,
The tiger’s spirit, wild and free,
Forever in the shadows, divine.