Accounting’s Day

I awoke to a light far brighter than day,
And a scent filled the air alike blossoms in May,
With melodious harps lending joy to the breeze,
As the skies were cast bluer than all the Earth’s seas.

Flora and fauna gave to Nature’s fine dance,
Became one within, a truly Immortal Romance,
Where the Soul knows itself, and of all other’s worth;
From History’s Death, to its Primordial Birth.

Yet none tarried a glance o’er the far distant meadows,
As consumed by light were those last vestige of shadows;
All partook of euphoria, drank from Goodness’s Fount,
While the Wages of Sin were called to give due account.