In the heart of the verdant jungle, he prowls,With eyes that gleam like amber in the night.A majestic roar that echoes through the boughs,His presence, a shadow both fierce and bright.Stripes of fire and shadow dance on his skin,A tapestry woven by nature’s own hand.Silent as the moonlight, he moves within,The untamed king of this emerald land.Whispers of the wind carry tales of his might,Of his grace and power that none can confine.The jungle holds its breath in his sight,For he is the ruler of the ancient pine.Yet in his eyes, a story untold lies,Of a world where he roams free and bold.The spirit of the tiger never dies,A legend in stripes of gold.