A wild slim alien

I am a tree

If I mapped the course of my life through the trees which stood along the wayside, how would it read?  I imagine the rings of a forested tree stump, and these words written around the years of growth to which they apply.

Silver birch
Norway spruce
Yew
Cedar of Lebanon
Elder
Lime
Rowan
Apple
Copper beech
Weeping willow
Scots pine

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