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.
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 looks back but cannot see?
What is often returned but is never borrowed?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
Which popular cheese is made backwards?