Answer:
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
Name for zenith
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail