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?

This was laid for Jerry, With a cheese to entice, and SNAP! He's caught! Or so Tom hoped