Waste Poem by northern wind

A sound bang boom
A bright star is born
Very loving caring
To the stout sun and
Motherly moon
On the milky ways
A buzzing bee fairy
Kept in flowery apiary
Puerile nebular golfing
In the link skating in the ring
Hustle bustle rumble
Susurrus smile in the face oval
Other stars getting jealous
Start beating drums of battle
Wresting shooting clinking armlets
A bullet in the chest, out of the circlet
In the vast space a fast moving bright light seen
The death of the star, an ash, rushing to unknown place
What a waste! Why was there a sound?
Did we really need that unwanted birth?