Insects scurry, sunlight falls I have a ceiling for a floor and a roof for the walls.

when the wind blows, i carry the babies, protect them from predators. Will i fall?

My first four are what you sit on. The last two are never off. As a whole, I holds things together.

I bloom with beauty, soft to see, yet hide sharp guards to shelter me. A lover’s gift, both sweet and wise, what am I with thorns in disguise?

it's a quest word for me, so no alt words please. Golden soldiers stand in endless rows, whispering secrets in rustling tones. A staple of hearth and feast, ringing in fields of plenty.