In silent rooms where numbers dance,
The balance sheets and ledgers glance.
A symphony of figures tight,
Accountants work through day and night.
Beneath the dull facade of grey,
Lies artistry in each array.
With every debit, credit found,
They bring the fiscal year around.
The numbers tell a silent tale,
Of profits gained and losses pale.
Precision is their guiding star,
Ensuring truths from near and far.
No spotlight shines upon their craft,
Yet through their work, our world is staffed.
In spreadsheets vast, their stories sing,
The quiet guardians, balancing.