Answer:
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
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.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What do you fill with empty hands?
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?