I start like gold but turn to silver, a wish-maker’s friend who scatters with the breeze.

My body has no breath, and my neck has no spine. But the hole in my soul sings a sound so divine.

I wear a little green cap, but have no head, my freckles bloom, speckling the red. I’m sweet but shy in summer’s sun, and am nestled low when day is done.

The shape of a sleeve, partial name of a flower, When I call to others, I'm up in a tower. What am I?

You'll often see me within a school. You'll find me in water but never a pool. My colours are pretty, and really quite cool. The rod how I hate it! Detestable tool!