With Diamonds

Stars spilled across the sky like so much candy.
The Milky Way as M&Ms, not Mars.
The latter would have surely come in handy
if God had filled the sky with chocolate bars,
but as it is the stars hide deeper flavors,
though color's a predictor of their heat.
Is there a special kind that God most favors?
A peanut butter star, won't that be neat?
A happy, carefree child, God splashed his laughter
as tiny specks of light across the void,
with utter disregard for the hereafter,
but strict instructions: it's to be enjoyed!
Best rush to taste this multi-splendored feast.
A fire soon consumes it from the East.