First follow nature, and your judgment frame
By her just standard, which in time will fall:
The earth one day may well expire in flame.
It’s no thing ill, for this celestial ball
To render back to cosmic dust our due
And add the atoms back that form us all.
Never out of nature, we can’t hew
To flesh or all that it contains of mind.
Nobody stays a body beyond her true
Embrace. So cast your lot upon her wind-
ing gyre for gold will be to fire consigned.
Posted for the dVerse Jun 4 prompt on Tercets for Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft by Frank Hubeny
Jedediah Smith 
As gloomy as the subject could be, I’m heartened by the perspective you have. The second stanza really hits home.
Many thanks
You are very welcome.
Nice line: “To render back to cosmic dust our due” I also like the thought that gold will be consigned to fire and the sound of the last two lines.
Thanks. I’m playing with that Yeatsian idea of gold as the symbol of the eternal: art, spirit, etc.
To render back to cosmic dust our due
And add the atoms back that form us all….. I like that line also
thanks
Cosmic dust–there are worse fates. (K)