Abduction

Fragments of the parent
Splinters of destruction
Look upon thy handiwork
You spirit of abduction

Stolen from its home
Taken in its prime
No repair will make it so
And rings have lost all time

Raided pieces of its heart
The sturdy, weak alike
And forced them into work for us
By hammer, chisel, spike

And where is then the garden spawn?
With air to breath
Enormous lawn
It's been removed
And sawn and sawn
The tree is dead
And all are gone