Stripes of the Tiger

Amidst the green, the tiger roams,

A king of the jungle, no less than a throne.

But alas, the jungle is shrinking,

Leaving the tiger's future sinking.

Its roar once shook the ground,

But now, in silence, it can't be found.

Its stripes, a unique trait,

May soon be lost, it's not too late.

For humans are the cause of this strife,

Their greed, their needs, taking lives.

The tiger's habitat destroyed,

Its future now left to be void.

Let us not forget this magnificent beast,

For its survival, we must take heed.

Protect its home, its right to live,

For this, we must all give.