Answer:
What flies without wings?
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
Some try to hide, some try to cheat. But time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might, to guess my name. I promise you'll know, when you I do claim.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?