They came from different stars, unknown,

To Earth, a land they’d never grown

In the beginning, they stumbled slow and strange,

Their movements awkward and out of rage

No shinning minds or quick designs,

Just creatures learning in a bind

Their thoughts like clouds, they drifted wide,

As if the lacked a certain guide

Unnoticed intelligence, took its time,

Like clumsy step in foreign rhyme

I watched, unsure, if they could know

The depths of life, or how to grow

But in the quiet, slow and still ,

The seeds of wisdom found their will

For even in their fumbling grace,

There bloomed a truth we cannot replace:

That knowledge takes its own sweet pace,

And learning wears no certain face