Measuring dozens, or hundreds of feet, They war with other predators for something to eat

Legally grown, parts of me can be abused. My seeds taste delicious, but my liquid will discombobulate. In bloomed form, I'm red, yellow, and purple - just don't milk me. What five letter thing might I be.

The orb in the sky burns forever bright, though it's time is over and moves out of sight. The restless child will not comply, a finger wagging says otherwise. A comfy bed and a plush teddy bear, darkening skies are what you will share.

A girl with greenbrown eyes climbed a tree to pick nuts.

I have deep walls but no rooms, and my floor is always shifting. I'm a place where rock is hunted, but no animals are living. What am I?