The King or the Fool

How does beauty fall from trees
red and yellow floating leaves
How do rivers shape perfect stones
thrashing and tumbling to resting thrones
And where to look for perfect sweets
but honeycombs of the working bees
And where to escape sun's burning rays
but under trees in cool palm shade
Not all that is good
can come from one thing
but if you can find it
you could be king
Regret is in waiting
where recognitions are few
Opportunities passed
by the man who's a fool