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.

What do you get when a telescope crashes into a microscope?

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.

What gets stroked before a finished load?

A boulder's my burden, It always rolls back, When the stone rolls awry, I must keep it on track