A Builder's Dream

A crow of excitement, "This saw is divine!" He examines each blade one tine at a time. Serrated and sharp, The metal, it glistens. "Look at this motor! Babe, are ya listenin'?" Then from his deep slumber, The builder awakes. Opening confused eyes, His hands start to shake. Consciousness beckons- It was only a dream- He goes back to sleep To start sawing the beams. This is an older write that I restructured to play with alternating syllabic counts of 5656 and 6565. The old brain needed a challenge today.