lyrics to the hanging tree from mockingjay

" Long Nights " was a song, and the lyrics included " The moon hung high, shining white moonlight."

Start by sketching the outline of the girl and the tree. Focus on her scared expression and the position of her body hanging. Then add details like her clothes and the texture of the tree.

No, it doesn't seem to be a common story at all. I've never heard of such a story in mainstream literature or common folktales. It seems like a very specific and perhaps made - up scenario.

I'm not sure specifically what this story is about as the title is rather unusual. It could potentially be a made - up or very niche story. Maybe it involves a girl getting her underwear caught on a tree branch in a wedgie - like situation, but that's just speculation.

The lyrics of a small poplar tree were as follows: A small poplar tree, growing beside the outpost, its roots deep and strong, watching the northern border, the breeze blowing the green leaves rustling, the sun shining the green leaves silver, come, small poplar, small poplar, it grows, I also grow, guard the border with me, when I left my hometown, I bid farewell to Poplar Village.

The lyrics of The Big Tree were: " The sky above your head, the earth beneath your feet, you raise your head in the wind and rain, the ice and snow cannot suppress you. What a big tree, let the wind blow, how many stories are left in the green leaves, there are happiness and pain, you don't smile when you are happy, you don't cry when you are in pain, how many shades are scattered to the earth, that is the music of love, the wind is your song, the clouds are your footsteps, no matter day or night, you are a blessing to mankind. What a big tree, green blessings, your heart is in the blue sky, and your deep love hides fertile soil."

The lyrics of The Big Tree were: " The sky is above your head, and the earth is under your feet. In the wind and rain, you raise your head, but you can't resist the pressure of ice and snow. Such a big tree, let the wind blow on it. There were many stories left in the green leaves, both happy and bitter. You didn't laugh when you were happy, and you didn't cry when you were in pain. How much shade was scattered on the earth, that was the note of love. The wind is your song, the clouds are your footsteps. Whether it was day or night, it was a blessing for mankind. It was a huge tree with a green blessing. Your heart is in the blue sky, and your deep feelings are hidden in the fertile soil."

The lyrics of I Am a Small Tree could not be found in the search results provided.

Since there are likely multiple stories named 'the hanging tree short story', it's really hard to determine the author without more context. It could be an indie author whose work is not widely known, or it could be part of a collection by a more well - known author but with a less - known individual story title. Maybe it was written by a local author for a small - town anthology.