In the heart of the lush, green tapestry,
Where whispers of the wind dance through leaves,
The tiger prowls with silent grace,
In shadows deep, where secrets weave.

Beneath the silver glow of night,
Its eyes alight with ancient fire,
A solitary king in the jungle’s realm,
Its presence speaks of wild desire.

The forest listens to its silent tread,
Each step a melody of strength and might,
Through tangled paths it finds its way,
A guardian of the deep, velvet night.

In dreams it roams, untamed and free,
A symbol of nature’s fierce allure,
The tiger’s spirit forever will be,
A tale of power, raw and pure.