Jungle Guardians

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, Two sentinels of wildness hold their sway, Tigers with eyes of sapphire, fierce and bright, Watching over the jungle's emerald night. Their fur, a canvas of orange and black, Stripes that shimmer like the moon's pale track, They move with stealth, their presence a command, Lords of the forest, guardians of the land. The leaves, a vibrant green, like jewels rare, Surround them, a verdant, living lair, The air, thick with the scent of blooming flowers, A haven for these wild, majestic towers. In this realm, they reign, untamed and free, Their beauty, a reflection of wild destiny, A symbol of power, of strength and might, A reminder of nature's pure delight.