now there came on a dreadful storm , and the flowers of the field folded their leaves or bent their heads as it passed over them . the buckwheat flower alone stood erect in all its pride . " bow your heads , as we do , " called the flowers . " there is no need for me to do that , " answered the buckwheat .
there 's a storm .
why do the flowers fold their leaves ?
why do the flowers fold their leaves ?