I wonder why Wordsworth was never inspired by the bluebells! May be he was convinced that his words wouldn't do justice to the experience.
What better experience can there be that surpasses a glance of unexpected blue mist that covers the serene woodlands like a floating carpet gently waving in the breeze with sunlight dappling through the leaves of woods that have seen and heard the stories of centuries?
And, when one ventures into the magical fairyland, the chirping of the birds invite, pleasingly, pleading you to let go, relax and revel in the experience... Fairyland indeed!!