Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
We tally numbers, line by line,
In the quiet of the night,
Seeking balance, finding light.

The ledger whispers ancient tales,
Of credits, debits, hopes, and dreams,
Each entry tells a story vast,
Of triumphs, losses, futures cast.

In columns neat, we weave a web,
Of fiscal truths that guide our way,
With every sum and calculation,
We chart a course to new foundations.

The rhythmic dance of numbers flows,
A symphony of logic, pure,
In the world of accounting’s grace,
We find our place, a steady pace.