Human: Produce a detailed description of a cold scene outside of a forest with leaves and caverns. Assistant: 
Like waves of green frozen in time, branches filled with leaves and twigs curl from the trees to the ground, sheltering the lowliest of foliage varieties. Forming hollow caverns of vegetation, the spaces between invite comparisons to metaphysical philosophies -- reality is immaterial, little else but a shell of existence around empty space. And still, a sweet tone of birdsong is carried on the breeze, indifferently cheerful.