In the heart of the dense, green jungle,
Roams a creature of strength and grace,
With eyes that pierce the night’s veil,
And a roar that shakes the earth’s embrace.

Stripes of ebony and gold intertwine,
A dance of shadows in the moonlight,
Silent steps on a path untamed,
The king of the forest, hidden from sight.

Beneath the canopy, where rivers flow,
And ancient trees whisper tales of old,
The tiger prowls, a guardian fierce,
A symbol of power, a story retold.

In the silence of dawn, as the world awakes,
Its spirit roams free, wild and grand,
The tiger’s legacy, a timeless tale,
A testament to nature’s wondrous hand.