Answer:
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.
What goes up when the rain comes down?
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
What has 4 eyes but can’t see?
It happens when something has been cut with H2O.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?