Tiger's Tapestry

In the heart of the jungle's endless sprawl,

Where ancient trees in silence stand tall,

A creature roams with fiery grace,

In the shadows, a tiger finds its place.

Stripes of onyx, eyes of burning gold,

In nature's kingdom, a story unfolds,

With sinewy strength and regal stride,

In the heart of the wild, it does reside.

In amber dawns and the crimson hue,

Of sunsets painting skies with every view,

The tiger prowls, both fierce and free,

A ruler of the land, for all to see.

Through emerald canopy and rivers' flow,

It moves with purpose, in stealth, aglow,

Each step a symphony of quiet might,

In the kingdom's dance, it claims the night.

In the depths of shadows, secrets bide,

Where the tiger's spirit cannot hide,

In moonlight's glow, its secrets kept,

In the realm of dreams, the tiger leapt.

Its coat, a canvas of vibrant hue,

An artistry of nature, both fierce and true,

The jungle's tapestry upon its skin,

A masterpiece of life's eternal spin.

Amidst the leaves and tangled vine,

The tiger's eyes, like jewels, they shine,

A mirror of the wild, both soul and heart,

In the poetry of nature, it plays its part.

A symbol of strength, both wild and rare,

In the heart of the jungle's ancient lair,

The tiger reigns, a spirit untamed,

In nature's masterpiece, its legend acclaimed.

As shadows merge and stars align,

The tiger's spirit, eternal, divine,

In the heart of the jungle's ceaseless throng,

It lives on, fierce and strong, its song.

In the canvas of nature, it's a stroke so bold,

A story of wonder, yet untold,

The tiger's realm, where colors blend,

In the jungle's secrets, it finds its end.