There’s a green oak-tree by the shores
Of the blue bay; on a gold chain,
The cat, learned in the fable stories,
Walks round the tree in ceaseless strain:
Moves to the right – a song it groans,
Moves to the left – it tells a tale.
There’re marvels there: the wood-spite roams,
Midst branches shines the mermaids’ tail;
There are the strangest creatures’ traces
On the mysterious paths and moors;
There stands a hut on hen’s legs, hairless,
Without windows and doors;
~ from "Ruslan and Lyudmila" by A. S. Pushkin
That's s project I did at the end of last semester, a fantasy tree in ink. It actually has nothing to do with the poem, but I thought it fit well
I'll have to draw that oak someday, too...