In the Garden of Time:

NEC LAUDIBUS NEC TIMORE

By Sigrid Countess von Galen

Come with me and spend some time

in the garden that sets hearts free

from their burdens and from

being victims of crime, instead of letting them harden.

In my garden is growing only hope,

faith and love and it invites the

meek and mild and pure hearted to heal

and be sheltered from the evil eye, 

protected by the watchful seagull and

turtle dove.

The willow brushes away all worries and fears

even from a tiny robin and sparrow, who are really werewolves in disguise, and the violets dry a martyred soul's tears.

The rose sends out a blossom of warning to be

truthful and humble, and the ivy remembers every

voice that does in its presence curses mumble

to let them bounce back on the utterer and envyious

mutterer, just when the evildoer tries to poison

yet another plant and tree and chops off the latest blossoms for a paymaster's fee of some fascist see. 

Yes, my little secret garden keeps of all ongoings track

and is a silent witness for all, who did with a prayer

on the one good God in it call!

You would be surprised, how my little secret garden

has been talked about even in the Pall Mall!

And its camera recorded even members of Skulls and Bones, who threw against the gardener stones and spied upon a family with drones, even from a church pew.

But all these ongoings is to the silent witnesses 

that are all with truth blessed gardens not new!

Never underestimate the dedicated forensic gardening crew! And it is whispered that certain scientists know and sell all about plant poisons and poisoning in Kew!