Exit for an Opening

I hide and my mother seeks
But I’ll be there when she speaks
I’ll come back under the sky
When she feels the same sun as I on our cheeks

I come and go with the breeze
But I’ll be there when I please
At school, I'm made for this age
I see the same place on the page as it seems

Down the street
And face down it down it down it
What am I on the street for now?

I hide and somebody seeks
But I’ll be gone when she speaks
I’ll be as glad that she came
Although I have not heard that name now for weeks