Hiding In the Leaf Pile

I hid in a pile of leaves under the great oak tree, hoping you'd never see, the very things you begged of me. But what you didn't know, was that what I really craved was to be found by you, to have you find me, and for you to feel loved in the finding. You searched and searched and cried out for me, perhaps you'd feel a foot, or a hand, and each time I managed to hide once again. You began cry aloud, "this games of fun no more, just come out to be with me!", and weeping you sank to your knees. And in my fear, in my foolish pride, I sought the lie of the leaf pile once more.  Then one day you left, the game had lost its power.  For now, it seemed, I was no longer in the leaf pile, and could never be found.  The old oak tree watched it all, heart broken and withered, that her beautiful leaves were given to such a woeful end.  I heard you call no more. But then I heard the old oak tree thru my new despair, She wispered to me gently, "Shed my leaves and show yourself, you have so much to share. Crawl out and find your love, and beg her, come drink your heart laid bare" So out I did crawl, fears and wounds and all, yet reeking from the years of hiding in that pile of leaves. I want no greater thing than for my love to see, the little wounded boy, who hid amongst the leaves.