What song would you play to counterbalance the world when it feels like a broken and unrelenting monolith designed to bring terror and tragedy?

I am a cloud, you do the work: Just tell me what to be. I am a thousand shapes upon the palette of the sky I am a bird, I am a ship, I am a tree.

A song that would easily be at home on a Kate Bush record, with a delicate mightiness within and around it. An eternal provocation of awe and a stillness that moves. Math and music, sometimes in wisps, sometimes in whirls. A source of peace and power, water and air, and a harbinger of horizons.

They can't control a cloud. For all their corruption and cantankerous cronyism, for all their terrible greed, their wars, their division, and their lies, they cannot control a cloud.

A cloud -the clouds- with their shapes and shifts, are yet still ours.