In a land where dreams unfurl so bright, Isla rides her rainbow unicorn, pure delight. With a mane of colors that sweep the sky, She whispers to Google, as clouds float by. “Play a song, dear tech, a melody sweet, For in this magic realm, my heart's own beat. Hidden within the spectrum's embrace wide, The unicorn hides, yet Isla can't hide.” Through digital realms, her voice takes flight, Calling forth music in the shimmering light. In the harmony of rainbows and tunes, they glide, A girl and her unicorn, where whispers abide.