I agree with pagan-poetess: the trees complement you beautifully. This is now my favorite from the series. Along with the outfit I gushed over earlier and the "porcelain skin" Sammur-Amat perfectly described, the contrast with the red of the leaves makes for an eye-catching tableau. Breathtaking!
Heh. If you're going to get excited, you should be reading "The Third Sally (A), or Trurl's Electronic Bard" in Lem's The Cyberiad. He includes a lengthy, rather raunchy love poem written entirely in advanced mathematics and cybernetics. It took a lot of time and help from smarter friends to understand what all of it said.
It's only naughty if you understand the mathematics of it. Some comes through in the sound of the words, but the rest is...opaque, as in: "Come, every frustum longs to be a cone / and every vector dreams of matrices..."