I've been to this park hundreds of times. Today, while I sit back while my kids play in the snow, I notice the trees are planted in perfect rows, all spaced evenly apart. There was probably a good reason for this. Maybe someone calculated the space around which a tree needs to grow its roots. Or perhaps, the park district had a hundred trees in its possession and spread them equidistant in a determined space.
Whatever the wisdom behind the design, I look at how each tree is unique. The branches break out at different heights, different directions. The patterns in the bark are similar, yet they'll take unique paths up the trunk.
No matter the intention of the grand design, each tree resist all efforts to conform.