Human: Generate for me a description of a foreboding scene outside farmland with birds, covey, and stalks. Assistant: 
The road runs straight as an arrow through the endless sea of tall grasses. An occasional ripple among the stalks moving counter the wind shows there is life hidden beneath the green and gold surface. The desperate flight of a covey of birds, as they break cover and scatter, shows that peace here is a shallow illusion. For always the hunter awaits the careless and the weak.