Buttery Butterfly

Flying from here
and flapping the wings where
the wind takes me.
I entered the house
and looked around
and found flowers surround
the table.

Rushing towards its beauty,
I have to fly over many things
like sweet juice, red vine
and a huge structure of pine.

So I flew over it
but miss it which is
creamy butter
where my legs buffer
and I slip over it
and become buttery butterfly.