look up at the lightning

On all the fields round about corn was growing, not only rye and barley, but also oats, yes, the most capital oats,which when ripe look like a number of little yellow canary birds sitting upon a spray. The corn stood smiling,and the richer an ear was, the deeper did human resources jobsit bend in pious humility.
But there was also a field of Buckwheat,and this field was exactly opposite to the old Willow Tree.The
Buckwheat did not bend at all,like the rest of the grain,but stood up proudly and stiffly.
“I’m as rich as any corn ear,”it said.“Moreover,I’m very much handsomer:my flowers are beautiful as the blossoms of the apple tree: it’s quite a delight to look upon me and mine.Do you know anything more splendid than we are, you old Willow Tree?”
And the Willow Tree nodded his head, just as if he would have said,“Yes, certainly I do!”
But the Buckwheat spread itself out from mere vainglory,and said,
“The stupid tree! he’s so old that the grass grows in his body.”
Now a terrible storm came on:all the field flowers folded their leaves together or bowed their little heads while the storm passed over them, but the Buckwheat stood erect in its pride.
“Bend your head like us,”said the Flowers.
“I’ve not the slightest cause to do so,”replied the Buck-wheat.“Bend your head as we do,”cried the corn.“Now the angel of the storm comes flying on. He has wings that reach from the clouds just down to the earth, and he’ll cut you right in two before you can cry for mercy .”
“Yes,but I won’t bend,”quoth the Buchwheat.
“Shut up your flowers and bend your leaves,”said the old Willow Tree.“Don’t  when the cloud bursts:even men do not do that, for in the lightning one may look into heaven, but that sight dazzles even men; and what would happen to us, if we dared do so—-we, the plants of the field, that are much less worthy than they?”
“Much less worthy!”cried the Buckwheat.“Now I’ll just look straight up into heaven.”
And it did so, in its pride and vain-glory. It was as if the whole world were on fire, so vivid was the lightning.
When afterwards the bad weather had passed by, the flowers and the crops stood in the still, pure air, quite refreshed by the rain Hong Kong shopping;but the Buckwheat was burned coalblack by the lightning, and it was now like a dead weed upon the field.

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