I thought I had commented on this one. I must not have, therefore what follows should be considered as a comment, and if not then it should at least be considered... The symmetry rocks my world in a way not too dissimilar to the tips of my lips greeting the top of a bottle of fine chilled ale, probably of European origin. The red trees have elements of stomach acid and the touch of light green being emitted from the centre-right reminds me of the bouncing effect of when the beer disagrees with its resting place and makes a last ditch attempt to flee. That not withstanding, Withnail, this is one helluva (Americana creeping into the fray) composition. Fifteen seconds of blissful contemplation.