My first part shines a light on all and makes my second part bloom. I can grown very tall and brighten every garden or room.

If you look inside me very deep, You might find climbers frozen in their sleep. Or maybe you will look and find an ass, But on the surface, see naught but a crack.

I can take many forms, but my purpose is always the same. I can be way up high, or down below, and sometimes even inside. I hold those most precious to us, and some might try to rob me. Some feel free when I am empty. What am I?

Unlike two of my cousins, i remain grounded Remove my first letter and i'm perfect for gardening i'm related to a famous corsair

I'm small and blue, or pink, white or purple too. I want you to remember me so please, follow my name's cue. My second name however, is not so benign. Scorpion grass they call me despite my petals so fine.