In the quiet of the ledger’s realm,
Hidden truths in numbers dwell,
Each figure tells a story well,
Of profits made, of debts that swell.

Beneath the surface, lines align,
Balancing the bottom line,
Every transaction, every sign,
A testament to time’s design.

An endless dance of debit, credit,
In columns tall, precision merit,
An art form few may truly get,
The accountant’s world, a quiet duet.

Through trials of audits and review,
They navigate the fiscal view,
Ensuring all is fair and true,
The guardians of the financial hue.