The Children of Chromia.

Across the crib,blue eyes met green eyes.
One thought,will that colour ever change? While the other remarked,was there anything more beautiful that it would ever see?

They had shared a world,like they shared the air. Mirrors of one another sharing the same pair of colours but a different set of sights.

One the ocean,the other the dew, they never would see eye to eye even while they held the whole spectrum for design.

p.s.- this isn't the original and I personally liked that one, which would be this:

Across the crib, green eyes met blue eyes. 
While one said to the other, how often do we change, my friend? 
The other wondered; that should be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!
Their worlds had been one, and now their reflections too. They had one blue eye and one green eye.
And yet, in the entire world there was not a prettier sight to the twins who held the spectrum in their eyes.