Blossoms of gold

And puffs of white

Our hopes

And dreams

And fantasies

And futures

Hundreds of weeds

Or thousands of wishes

Drifting away in the breeze

We had to write a poem for French, and this is the English version. I don't usually write poetry, but I decided to post it, 'cause what the heck. The title obviously needs work, but I couldn't come up with anything else, so it remains 'The Dandelions' until I can think of something better.