In the heart of the jungle, where shadows dance,
The tiger prowls with a fearsome glance,
A coat of amber, stripes of night,
Moving silently, a breathtaking sight.

Eyes that pierce through the thickest veil,
A silent whisper in the night’s tale,
Paws that tread with power and grace,
The jungle’s king in his rightful place.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver gleam,
The tiger’s roar shatters the dream,
Echoing strength, wild and free,
A symphony of the untamed sea.

Through ancient woods and rivers wide,
The tiger strides with regal pride,
A symbol of courage, fierce and true,
In the heart of nature, forever anew.