You come from a long line of survivors—
evident in the fact of your existence.
Your kin endured famine’s grasp,
wars beneath silent stars,
and quakes that fractured the earth.
They braved fire’s fury,
floodwaters that swallowed the land,
scorching droughts, and ages of ice.
They faced monsters in the dark,
plagues that swept through nations,
passing an enduring spirit forward—
until you emerged.
Now you stand in uncertain times,
fearful, yes,
but forged by the fires of endurance,
woven by hands that never yielded.
Your breath is a hymn to resilience.
Stand firm—not because it is easy,
but because this is what you are made for.
The Truth About Tigers 