Snowman

In this field I stand 
Nothing around me but land 

The field I stand in so clean and white 
No one around nothing in sight 

I'm standing here so very still
Waiting and waiting so I will
As I wait for the field gate 
To see the boy who made me 

The  sun then begins to shine 
I now don't have much time 

 The snow so crisp begins to thaw
Crows come down and  swoop the floor 

I then begin to melt 
Sadness is only felt 

As I become part of the ground 
With No one around