I seem to be a moth, sly and shy,

but I really am a rainbow, excited as can be.

I seem to be like a bush, growing small and short,

but I really am a tree, reaching up to the sky.

I seem to be like a well that you must delve in to get water,

but I really am a map that just needs to be looked at.

I seem to be a fez, smaller than my head,

but I really am a plastic explosive, ready to go boom.