Call it perhaps She?

She was so solitary
In the field
A forlorn figure
Weeping heavy tears

An apron green
Dotted with splashes of bleach
Her elbows resting
On the bones
Ochestrated
Skeletal tones
Hugging the heart
The diamond of sole
Like the cloud
Passing its current
Onto the barren countryside

Cheeks so wide
Rosy and yet so white
The orbits full of life
Yet devoid of sparkle and laugh
She let loose
A muddy sigh
A stream of vibrations
Miniscule molecules
Frolicking on waves
Toward spells of
The sizzling sun

She was so solitary
In the field
The apron creased
By inert breeze
Scaring crows
In her ragged blouse