In the heart of the emerald forest, deep and vast,
A shadow moves with grace, swift as the night;
Golden stripes gleam under the moon’s soft cast,
The tiger prowls, a vision of power and might.

Eyes that burn like embers, fierce and wise,
Whiskers twitch with secrets of the ages past;
Each step a dance, a whisper of ancient ties,
His presence a story, in the wild, steadfast.

Through tangled vines and whispering leaves,
He weaves his path with a primal grace;
A guardian of the land, where the spirit believes,
In the silent roar of his unyielding pace.

Yet in his solitude, a longing calls,
For a world untouched, where nature’s hymn sings;
A future where his legacy never falls,
And the tiger reigns, as the jungle’s king.