Life and its forms...

life is fresh, life is alive,
it shines, its bright
the shores out there
n the birds flying nearby
the new freshness
filled with new charm and grace

Was nature always so blissful
or was it feared
by the areas affected
washed away by rivers,
ravaged by volcanoes and storms 
wiping away in a single stroke
the entire regions n civilisations

Is it just the word and the connotation
is it just the poetry and the portrayal?

If not,
then what is love, calm and peace?
what are the rivers, mountains and streams
lakes and ponds and sea
flowers, gardens and bees
sky, galaxies and stars
nature in numerous forms
loved, revered and cherished
we stand to witness the grandoise
what is so much for these lively forms
we watch each time, unfazed
In wonderment, hypnotised and amazed

what is so charismatic about this life
that we cling too so hard

life in numerous forms
like droplets on the leaves in rain
like the waves trembling on surface of lakes
like the melody in the chirp of birds
like fragrant wind in spring nights
like paths studded with petals n flowers
like the cool blue hue in clear sky
beauty around in numerous forms

what is it of life, that charms
whats more to it, than lifeforms?