Answer:
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
Bright as diamonds, Loud as thunder, Never still, A thing of wonder.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
A tree with 5 branches, no leaves and no fruits
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?