Space Colony: a sonnet

Born as I was on generation ship Never have I walked upon the ground Until the end of our eventful trip When we reached our new world both safe and sound.
The grass I'm told on Earth is merely green Not like the multi-colored that here grows This is the only planet I have seen My bias toward it obviously shows
Such beauty any where else could not be And trees of purple, seas of amber gold Never before I felt so very free That I think I will never become old.
It is a shame, however, to stay there We need the help of artificial air.