In the heart of the emerald forest deep,
Lies the throne where the mighty tiger sleeps.
With stripes of fire and eyes of gold,
His stories of power and grace unfold.

Through the shadows, he silently strides,
His presence felt where the wilderness hides.
Each step a whisper, each breath a song,
The jungle bows where he belongs.

The moonlight dances on his regal form,
As he navigates through the night’s storm.
A guardian of secrets, ancient and wise,
Under the canopy of starlit skies.

In the dawn’s embrace, he roars anew,
A symphony of strength in the morning dew.
The tiger, a legend, forever will reign,
The soul of the wild, untamed and unchained.