Burning paper planes

Some nights I’m plagued with this irrational fear
That the sun won’t come back up
I know its one hell of a silly fear
But understand I do not possess a watch or a clock
And on nights when my acute insomnia kicks in
I have no way to tell the time, just crickets chirping
I wait impatiently, I wait and I wait
But the night taunts me, how much more can I take?
So I grab sheets of paper and fold on by
Crease after crease, till they can take to the sky
I light the paper planes and send them to the horizon
They take off from my hand, one by one
On their mission to reignite the sleeping sun
On the cusp of the horizon I see them burn
Growing orange tints, they’ve done their jobs
The raging sun, rises in the dawn

I saved the world, a hero without applause
Salute the trees who gave their lives for my cause