In the dense forest where shadows play,
The tiger roams, both night and day.
With eyes that pierce the thickest night,
Its roar a symphony of might.

Golden fur with stripes of black,
A predator that never lacks.
Graceful yet with power untamed,
The jungle’s king, rightly named.

Silent steps on the forest floor,
A presence felt, forever more.
Through rivers deep and trees so high,
The tiger’s spirit will never die.

Guardians of the ancient land,
With strength and beauty, they proudly stand.
In every stripe, a story told,
The tiger’s legacy, brave and bold.