Skyril's "Feel" is a poem of simple gratitude, built around the five senses. Each stanza takes one sense and ends with nearly the same line: "And I'm so glad I see," then "hear," then "feel." The repetition works like a small refrain, so the poem reads almost like a thank-you said three times.
In the first stanza, the speaker looks at robins, squirrels, a blue sky and a crimson moon, and finds life everywhere. In the second, sound brings both comfort and unease: a bell carries a friend's message, an owl's cry is frightening, and the night wind is gentle. Even the scary sound is something to be glad about, because it means the speaker is awake to the world. The last stanza moves to touch. Mountains "shake" the speaker and everything feels real, but the peak comes with a hand brushing against theirs, which is named as love. The mood is warm, quiet and thankful, and it builds toward human connection as the most precious sense of all.