If You Can't Find the Flowers

If you can't find the flowers,
Don't bother asking why.
They've all refused to blossom,
Since poor young Caylee died.

Their petal's perfumed colors,
So fragrant with such life,
Have lost their inspiration,
To flourish in such strife.

Through years if you desire,
Bouquets to see and touch,
Bear in mind the reason,
They're not around as much.

But if by chance you see one,
Don't bother asking why,
It's just a sign from heaven,
That Caylee says goodbye.