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.