Nuha's Creative Corner

It was my birthday, I received a gift,

It was a bottle of potion starlit,

I drank it and slept,

I woke up the next morning and wept.

A snow tiger I had become, 

The potion had changed my form.

I walked in the snow, I looked here and there,

For there were hunters everywhere.

My skin they would take,

Carpets and cloaks they would make.

They hunted other snow tigers so much,

We became hard to find as such.

To all humans I would say,

Hunting is a big nay nay.

Let us all live at peace,

With lots of forests, animals and trees.

– 18th June 2026